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A young girl and a white rabbit danced on a rooftop.

It was a strange sort of dance, even by somewhat jaded standards of the young girl. She was poetry in motion, this young lady. All her kind were, but Gwen Stacy of Earth-65 was more so than most Spiders. A ballerina who danced across the stage to the story that the music told. Spiders, most of them anyway, danced to the rhythm of their own interior soundtrack. The Spider-Sense! Gwen twisted away from a perfectly serviceable but ultimately futile Muay Thai kick and gently pushed on the leg’s hip as she spun around the redheaded woman dressed like one main characters from Alice in Wonderland. Very gently, she was a costumed weirdo but not a superpowered costumed weirdo. Gwen knew she had to be careful with her, even as she was trying to kill her.

Lorina Dodson aka the White Rabbit of Earth-X82 stumbled back into the side of her crashed rabbit-shaped jetbike before leaping up, an ugly snarl twisting her bunny makeup and pointing her stupid umbrella at Gwen. Her Spider-Sense jangled and she was already ducking as razor-sharp carrots, of all things, shot out of the umbrella tip and flew over her head as she bent backward like she was going under a limbo bar. Gwen wasn’t worried about them; she was more interested in what was above them.

‘The sky on Earth-3098 was really freaking pretty.’

She should take a swing after the mission was over. She wanted to dance through this sky.

It was a crisp pastel blue with brilliant white clouds dotting it. This world was so clean and beautiful, she half-remembered that the mission briefing mentioned that this Earth took pollution seriously and did something about decades ago, good for them. Even this New York! This Big Apple wasn’t rotten. The streets looked clean enough to eat off of. But spic-and-span Earth-3098 had a big problem; it had no superheroes. No Spider-Man, no Avengers, no Moon Knight, no X-Men or any superhumans at all. Such earths were top priorities when anomalies crashed the party. Even a pack of Z-listers like the less than Sinister Syndicate of Earth-X82.

The White Rabbit, Slyde, Big Wheel, Screwball, Stilt Man and the Kangaroo. Not exactly the Goblin League or a symbiote invasion, but on a world with no supers, these losers could do a ton of damage even before the glitch effect started to kick in. So a four-Spider team was immediately dispatched to takeout the trash while the Science-Spiders closed any remaining glitch-holes. Ghost-Spider, Jessica Drew, the Scarlet Spider and Spider-Man 2099 sprang into action.

They played divide and conquer; Miguel and Jess taking on Big Wheel, Slyde and Stilt Man while Gwen and Ben hit the Rabbit, Screwball and Kangaroo. They fell on their targets before they got more than a couple blocks from the portal that had deposited them in the city. Screwball was the easiest, Gwen didn’t even stop moving as she webbed the livestreaming villain to a heating exhaust vent while the social media fanatic had been trying to take a selfie, Rabbit was the bigger threat. Gwen took down her jetbike while Ben split off to handle the Aussie with super-strong legs.

“hey Kangaroo! You what I’m gonna stuff in your pouch? Justice!” Gwen rolled her eyes under her mask at the dramatic clone from Earth-94. He was…a lot…. but she trusted him to his job. Now it was time to collect herself a lucky rabbit’s foot. A line of webbing separated spoiled rich girl from her umbrella and Gwen had time for a quip or two of her own.

“Maybe it’s a different read on your earth but I don’t remember the Rabbit from Wonderland showing that much cleavage!” An angry squawk and Gwen webbed up a couple of thrown pocket watch shaped grenades and whipped them up to explode harmlessly in the air. She flipped over the charging kook and called out as she landed behind her.

“You know, this whole fighting stronger and totally cuter than you heroes thing might work out better if you had some goons. Ooo! Ooo! Tweedledee and Tweedledum! A pair of muscleheads in striped shirts and little hats! It would fit your aesthetic perfectly and stop people from realizing you suck at fighting!” The redhead stomped her foot and yelled back at Gwen.

“The twins weren’t even in the first bo-UMFK!!” Her nitpicking was interrupted by a web gag, quickly followed by web cuffs and ankle ties. The villain fell face first on the rooftop and Gwen hopped over, rolled her on her back and shrugged.

“They weren’t? Sorry, I’ve only seen the movie.” She tugged on the fuming woman’s bunny whiskers.

“AND NOW IT ENDS ‘CROOK-ODILE’ DUNDEE!” Gwen looked over her shoulder to check on her partner’s progress.

That eye-watering pun was accompanied by a jawbreaking uppercut that put the Kangaroo out of commission. Ben had him in web-shackles before he even stopped bouncing. Gwen stood and lifted her left wrist to her white mask and activated her Dimensional Travel Watch. The silver gizmo let them jump dimensions, open portals, scan stuff with about a hundred different sensors and communicate with each other. It had a really great camera app too.

“Hey LYLA, how’s the other team doing?” LYrate Lifeform Approximation was the A.I. program created by Spider-Man 2099. Originally to assist in his research but now she basically ran the Spider-Society. Gwen’s eye-slits smiled as the tiny spunky holographic brunette in heart-shaped sunglasses and a white fur coat appeared over her watch.

“Hey Gwennie! The other team…excuse me….Alpha squad…is about finished up too.” Real girl and holographic woman simultaneously rolled their eyes at that overly serious designation and the overly serious man who thought it up. LYLA popped her holo-gum.

“Slyde is down for the count and Jess just deflated Big Wheel as he was trying to find an off-ramp out of the city and Miggy is a few streets over at the moment, wrassling with Stilt-Man. Judging from his data feed, big boy is about finished as well.”

“Are there any visuals??? You know…just to check in on the boss and make sure he doesn’t need any help.” Gwen tried to reel in the eagerness in her voice. She wasn’t concerned with his safety, not with this posse of dum-dums, she was after something else. LYLA smirked at her, she blushed under her mask. The A.I. knew about their…situation but she never said anything about it.

“Let’s see, interlocking with local networks, there some street-level security cams. I’ll patch you through, enjoy the show.”

Gwen leaned forward as LYLA was replaced by a combined picture of the combat between Spider-Man and Stilt Man.

She loved watching Miguel fight.

Miguel O’Hara, Spider-Man of Earth-928, the protector of Nueva York in the year 2099 and the leader of the Spider-Society. He was…. different than other Spiders. In a lot of ways. Miguel was no Peter Parker, the standard template for an arachnid hero. He was a genius like many Spiders, he had a tragic backstory like most of them and he certainly was just as heroic as the rest of them but there also some big differences. He was arrogant, had a bad temper, was a real moody cuss, he was virtually the only Spider without a sense of humor and he had a huge authoritarian stick up his ass. And he never, never, ever stopped lecturing her or telling her what to do.

Gwen thought he was the sexiest motherfucker in the multiverse.

And she loved watching him whup the shit out of bad guys. The teenage girl loved it because there was another big difference between Miguel and most of the others. Miguel O’Hara didn’t dance. Not in battle anyway. Because he didn’t have a Spider-Sense. There was no interior sixth-sense whispering the steps to him in advance so he fought differently. He surged and charged into battle, he didn’t dance around or avoid hits and obstacles. He roared, slashed and bashed his way through them. He wasn’t a beast, moving mindlessly but he trusted how strong and tough he was. He took the hits and the pain that most of them avoided.

On the screen, Miguel charged along the roofs of parked cars at the dork in the big metal suit in the intersection almost three hundred feet away. Stilt-Man swept a telescoping arm at the red and blue costumed hero and Miguel ducked under the limb and grabbed it from below. He leapt off the hood of the SUV he was on and crouched in the street. The hero planted his feet and yanked, twisting those massive shoulders and Gwen saw the lines of his mask extend, there was no sound but she knew he was roaring. He did that a lot in battle.

And during other activities.

Stilt-Man’s robotic right arm came off at the shoulder in a shower of sparks. The villain stepped back on his two-hundred-foot-long legs and turned to flee but lines of laser webbing were already wrapping around the lower limbs. The metal sizzled as the lines connecting to Miguel’s hands reacted. Not pulling the bad guy down but acting like high-speed reels, shooting Miguel toward Stilt-Man like a big-ass Irish-Mexican American cannonball. Gwen hooted as Miguel hit the dope’s armored chest with fist the size of canned ham and she yelled out as the bad guy tumbled backward with Miguel attached to him.

“TTTTIIIIMMMBBBEEEERRRRR!!!!!”

They fell with a silent crash on the holo-screen but her spider ears heard it dimly…. sixteen-eighteen blocks away probably? The dust hadn’t even settled and 2099 was already pounding him to scrap. A double-fisted hammer blow destroyed Stilt-Man’s power reactor and his remaining limbs flopped down and as Miguel scrambled up to his head, ripped of the gorget protecting his neck and face and the hard-light of his own mask flashed off, revealing his handsome face and Miguel reared back…...

…. Gwen leaned in; this was the best part of watching Miguel fight….

….and his plump, cupid lips rolled back and his fangs descended. Stilt-Man gave out a silent scream as Miguel bit down on his neck and quickly went limp as the paralyzing venom in the large man’s fangs went to work and rendered him unconscious. Gwen bit back a moan, Scarlet Spider was too close and she didn’t want anyone to know just how much she enjoyed watching the boss fight. Miguel started to web Stilt-Man up and Gwen snapped the feed off.

“Hey LYLA, anymore anomalies on the board today?”

“Nope! Looks the calm currents in the multiverse…. for the moment.”

“Thanks! Let the Caped Blusader know I’m sticking around here for some web-slinging. The sky surf on this earth is too juicy to pass up.” LYLA laughed and winked at her.

“I’ll let Tall, Dark and Grumpy know. Have fun!”

Gwen broke the connection and leapt over the Rabbit, scooping her up and carrying her over to where Ben had piled the other two. Rabbit snarled under her web-gag, Kangaroo was still out and Screwball was begging them to come on her Twitch stream after they sent her back. She slapped the highly-animated hero on his shoulder.

“Ben, you good to haul them back to HQ? I’m going swinging.” Ben grumbled and stuck his chin in the air.

“Sticking me with the grunt work, huh? Why? Because I’m a clone? I’m gonna report your to S-HR!” Gwen kicked his leg.

“Because I did it last time, ya doof.” The scarlet-clad clone in a torn light blue hoodie cocked his head and recovered from his error by suddenly crouching and pressing his fist against his forehead.

“I remember now. The responsibilities of hero are many and sometimes the weight of them crushes my soul!” He shot back to his feet and grabbed the surprised teen by the shoulders. He wailed at her.

“Go! Swing with joy! While you’re still young and can embrace life without the angst of being a lonely protector! The inherent solitude of standing alone against the crim….”

Gwen is already off and running to the edge of the roof. She shot a line of webbing to the building eave across the street, bent her knees, and leapt. She twisted, turned back and waved at Ben.

“Will do! Fight the angst and solitude, got it! Remember, everyone is gonna meet for dinner at the cafeteria tomorrow, it’s make your own personal pan pizza day! YAHOO!!!”

And she was gone.

****

Seventeen and half blocks away, Spider-Man 2099 chucked the Stilt-Man anomaly through the portal. He blink-clicked an icon on his mask-screen.

“LYLA, Stilt-Man is on his way to the holding cubes. SITREP on the rest.” His artificial assistant appeared on his shoulder and filed her holographic nails while she updated him.

“Jess has Big Wheel and Slyde in-transit and Ben has the three he and Ghost-Spider took down wrapped up and he just opened a portal.” Miguel nodded.

“Good. Have the Science-Spiders do one more glitch check and tell Alpha and Bravo squads to meet in the control room for debriefing.” LYLA pointed her nail file at him.

“Roger-dodger but our little Ghost told me to tell you that she’s sticking around for bit. She likes the weather and wants to do some web-slinging.”

Miguel sighed, that little chiflado. Gwen knew that rapid debriefing and information/data collation from their missions was vital for predicting and preventing future anomalies in the Arachno-Humanoid Poly-Multiverse. Why did she think the rules didn’t apply to her? LYLA answered that question without him asking.

“Don’t growl boss, it’s your own fault. That little girl has had you wrapped around her finger from the jump. Since she was weeping in the rain and you broke your own rules for her first and brought her into the Society. Don’t get cranky now, because you know the only thing that will happen if you get on the comm to chew her out is that she’ll flash that gap in her teeth or bat those beautiful baby blues at you and you’ll fold. So why waste the time? Let her get some exercise and she’ll be back home soon so you can…...debrief her.”

He glared at her but he couldn’t disagree. He had always shown Gwen more leeway than the others, even before their relationship became more complicated. Miguel was a genius in multiple fields but he still hasn’t found a way to logically defend the fact he was a 40-year-old man fucking a teenage girl. But the truth was that the moment he first encountered that the smart-mouth kid, he knew he was supposed to care of her.

Gwen needed little encouraging. Unlike virtually every other person, she had never been afraid of him. She had been crawling on his ceiling, talking a mile a minute and snatching away his work snacks within a week of her arrival. She had no respect for the rules, no consideration for his schedule and just assumed that he would automatically give her his attention whenever she asked for it.

He did of course but she didn’t have to act so smug about it.

Even before the first time she crawled up his chest and kissed him on that earth with three moons, Gwen Stacy had him by the throat. Not that he would ever admit that to LYLA, who knew everything about them anyway. So, he just glared at her.

“I wish I could delete you.” She smirked, changed outfits into a dazzling ball gown and zipped over to his face and holo-pinched his cheek.

“But ya can’t stud!”

Miguel sighed and turned to walk the portal himself when a comms icon in his view screen activated.

‘GS-65’

Of course. She had somehow heard him thinking about her. He needed her to take the telepathy test he developed.

****

She cut through the skyline like a knife. Twisting like a corkscrew, Gwen shot a web-line to a pedestrian bridge below and swung a circle around it while people stared in amazement. She used the momentum on the upswing to shoot over to the office building next to it. The plate glass vibrated as she landed and took off running up the sheer side. As she hit the top floor, she bent her knees, spread her arms and leapt backward into the air.

Then there was that perfect moment of stillness. The one every Spider knew about. No bullets flying or pumpkin bombs coming at you, just the peace of the of the urban sky. Then she bent backward and began to fall, letting fifteen stories flash by before shooting a line to the building on the corner of street and slingshotting around it. She went fast now, bouncing from building to building, grinning like a loon under her mask. Nothing was better than a good swing.

Except swinging with a partner. She had learned that with her buds in the Spider-Gang, with all her new friends and teammates in the Spider-Society and she discovered a new level of web-slinging joy with Miguel. Swinging with him was so…. romantic. They were so different in how they moved but they fit so seamlessly together. From the first moment at the Met when they took down Leonardo Da Vulture together. It didn’t hit her until later because a lot of stuff happened that night but as they worked together more and more, Gwen realized that they always knew what to do with each other. In a fight and later in bed.

Gwen rubbed her thick thighs together in midair as she realized that she wanted to do more than web-sling today. Then her eyes-holes widened as a plan blossomed in her mind. Beautiful earth and a city to swing in, no other heroes to run into, all bad guys beaten down and accounted for, a clear schedule and her big old man was here.

This was the perfect opportunity to try what Mary Jane had talked about.

Mary Jane Watson of Earth-78D3 to be precise, one half of the Spectacular Spider-Couple. Now, Spider-Spouses actually. The wedding had been a couple of weeks ago; Gwen had been grumpy that Miguel had refused to go as her date. ‘No one can know, it’s not professional, our relationship is a felony on most earths, blah, blah, blah.’ But she had learned about something very, very interesting at the bridal shower.

This redhead came from an earth where both she and her Peter Parker had gotten bitten by a radioactive spider and they fought crime together. A big gaggle of spider-femmes had been sitting around the bride-to-be, sharing spicy stories and sipping champagne. Gwen had been a little bored at first, they wouldn’t let her have any booze because she was only sixteen, seventeen in two months thank-you-very-much, and because she couldn’t join in on the sexy storytelling because no could find out about Miguel.

But after three glasses of bubbly, this MJ told the most fascinating story. It had been about web-slinging with your partner. Which most of them had had done…. with their normie boy and girlfriends. It was always a solid move, it showed trust and it was super-romantic but the activity had limits for a person who wasn’t super-strong and super-bendy. But Gwen leaned forward with great interest as MJ told the group about web-slinging and fucking at the same time. There apparently was a whole world of swinging she had been unaware of.

Her pale Irish face had turned the color of a fire engine as the older redhead described the mid-air organistic acrobatics that she and her spider-fella had performed. If anyone had noticed her reaction, they would have assumed it was because she was a scandalized young girl who had barely ever held a boy’s hand before (as far as anyone knew) and not because she was immediately trying to figure out how she could get their fearless leader to engage in such acts.

Miguel had a big issue with PDA, ‘no hugs during meetings Gwen’, big meanie. So how could she get him to fuck her in public like that? It wasn’t like they hadn’t played with webs before, they could co-author a book together on spider-Shibari. And he was no prude in general, she landed on a stoplight and hummed to herself as she ran through a mental slide show of all the depraved daddy-daughter scenarios they had played out. But he was a private perv. No, Gwen realized she would need a very specific set of circumstances to Miguel to play along.

And today, she finally had them all. Gwen slung around and looked for perfect place to land, she saw it a block later and flipped onto the flat roof of an apartment building. She stretched her arms above her head and hit the call button on her watch. She began to do pirouettes across the roof as Miguel answered.

“You need something, Gwen?”

“Yes! For you to come web-slinging with me.” She got Miguel Grunt number three as a response. A promising start. The big man had a number of grunts and growls he gave instead of human conversation. Three was practically a ‘yes’ already but he could be so stubborn about having fun. That was one of reasons the ultra-serious forty-year-old needed his spider-sunshine. She was living reminder for him that life wasn’t just about being a hero. They were superhuman but they were still human.

“Come on! It’s a beautiful day on a beautiful earth. I’ve been having a good time around the city but you know what would make it better? If a certain six foot nine galoot in red and blue photons joined me in the sun.”

“We have work to do at HQ. Work we should both being doing, princesa.”

Oooo, nicknames already. God, she loved winning. There was something about having the biggest, spookiest Spider-Man in the multiverse at her beck and call that made her feel special. They were dancing already. She gave a dramatic pout as she threw a leg on an rooftop A/C unit and stretched. Time for a ‘brat who needs a spanking’ reply.

“Ben and Jess can pour the loser brigade into the Go-Home Machine and LYLA has already told me the scans are clear. Is your grouchy reluctance because you’re so big and slow and I always make you look like an airborne Rhino when we’re side-by-side?” That bratty attitude was answered with a bemused snort.

“Gwen, I have to set an example by doing the same work as everyone else. I’m not going to put an extra load on Ben and Jess…even if I want to. Heroes have put personal desires aside for the sake of others.”

Uh-oh, she needed to get him off the ‘Power and Responsibility’ highway before she ended up doing digital paperwork right next to him. Time for the big guns.

“I know…...it’s just that Jess is going to go home for dinner with her hubby, Ben is going to his clone support meeting and I just haven’t got anywhere to go. And…we haven’t gotten any alone time in a couple days. Just been missing you, ya big lug.” The link was audio-only and he probably had his mask up but she could see him set his jaw and lean down closer to his watch.

“Mija….” That made her bite her lower lip. That was her favorite. She needed him now, big time.

“Miguel…...please?” It was the little girl in her that reached out to the father in him and it always sealed the deal.

“A half an hour. That’s it.” Gwen leapt into the air and squealed with joy.

‘THANK-YOU-THANK-YOU-THANK-YOU!!!” He let out an indulgent chuckle.

“I have your location. Be there in five.”

“Time to get some real exercise old man!”

She closed the link. Five minutes huh?

Enough time to get changed.

****

It was the watch’s latest feature, an emergency app available for all Spiders. It was Margo’s idea after being on a mission with Peter B against a Scorpion anomaly. The villain’s razor-tipped tail had snagged Peter by the seat of his pants and thrown him around. Luckily, everyone’s favorite Spider-Dad was unharmed but the cybernetic appendage ripped the lower half of his costume clean off. Spider-Byte thought of a solution and something helpful in general while looking at Peter’s pale and hairy cheeks. An emergency costume that every Spider could carry and use no matter what their particular powers or shape were.

The solution was a version of the costume tech that Miguel used. Using the watch’s holo and sensor capabilities, a Spider could generate a holographic version of their costume in emergency situations. It wasn’t as sophisticated as Miguel’s original invention; his costume had a lot more flexibility. The 2099 tech could harden and act as cloth or armor, which allowed him to use the tech as his full-time costume or a set of civilian clothes. Gwen still remembered how flabbergasted she was when she learned that he was not wearing anything real most of the time. But the watch version was just a holograph projected over the body. Not tough or made for protection. The app had been nicknamed ‘Emergency Pants’ in Peter’s honor.

It was insubstantial, just a illusion. You could put your hand right through it.

Or other things……

Gwen whistled as she stripped off her real costume. She wiggled out of her gear before webbing it under a pigeon coop on the roof. She only kept on her webshooters, watch and green Chucks. There was a reflective piece of metal on the side of the coop so she took a gander at her goods. Gwen knew she was hot. Shocking hot, as a certain someone might say. She had pretty blue eyes that sparkled with mischief under a mop of blonde hair that she styled in her once accidental-now-signature cut. Chopped high on the right with a shaved undercut and the back and left side kept long to her shoulder with the tips dyed strawberry pink-red.

She wiggled her cute pug nose and arched her pierced eyebrow at her body. She was tight and muscled, years of ballet and heroics saw to that, her teacup-sized tits were high and proud, she rarely wore a bra. She reached up and tweaked her pink nipples, shivering with naughty delight over being naked on this strange roof. She turned and looked over her shoulder at her best assets.

While Gwen wasn’t big in the front, she had thick thighs and a big juicy apple of an ass. Her butt was his favorite thing, there was still a faint handprint of his massive hand on her left cheek. The man knew what he liked and he liked his little ‘PAWG princess’. She giggled at the memory of sitting on his cock and explaining what the acronym meant.

“Phat ass white girl?” Miguel’s hands kneaded said phat ass as he repeated it back.

“Mm-hmm.” She murmured as let out slow and steady breathes on top of him. Taking all this cock was no joke and she was still getting used to it.

“Sounds like slang my abuelo would use.” Gwen snorted as she started to roll her hips under his hands. She wasn’t just on a different Earth, she was also in the future. It was weird, being older than him in a way.

“Fine, mainframed ass white girl…huuuuu, that’s big…. hovercraft assed white girl.” Miguel laughed and pulled her down for kiss. Gwen smiled as they smooched, she liked being the only who could make him actually laugh.

Gwen could make Miguel do a lot of things he’d normally never do. She was hoping today, she’d get him to do something spectacular. She adjusted the settings on the Emergency Pants and thought about all the fun they were about to have.

****

Miguel knew he wasn’t a fun guy. The Spider-Man from 2099 considered that as he moved to Gwen’s location on the map. There were many, many reasons he shouldn’t be in this relationship and that was only one of the minor ones but it still bothered him a little. Gwen has so young and full of life, she should be with someone her own age, someone who liked to go out and have fun as much as she did. They were heroes who did a dangerous job and she deserved better than using her free time on him. Miguel was used to making hard calls and he knew he should make the hard call, the right one with Gwen. But every time he resolved himself to just that, something stopped him.

Usually, it was the memory of a gap-toothed smile looking up at him as a little blonde girl attempted to wrap her arms around him.

He was a weak man, he thought as he slung closer and closer to the location tag of the only thing that actually made him happy in the multiverse.

Gwen was standing on top of a pigeon coop with her mask and hood up when landed on the roof.

“Jeez, took ya long enough. You are getting slow in your old age.” He cocked his head at her, the red eye-lines of his own mask stretching in mild annoyance.

“Mocosa, if you’d rather I just go back to HQ….” Her eye-holes widened and she waved her red-gloved hands in the air.

“Sorry! Sorry, Mr. Sensitive. Ready to have some fun?”

“thirty minutes Gwen, then we’re in the portal.”

“Ssssuuurrreeee. Now, catch me if you can!”

The girl leapt over his head into the street below. Miguel turned, fired off a laser-web and followed her. They zipped along at about five stories up, shooting from building to building. Miguel grunted as he bounced off a water tower toward the little blonde. Damn, she was faster and his lack of a Spider-Sense kept him from the same intuitive zigs and zags as she did but he kept on her heels. Driving himself forward with powerful swings and piston-like leaps with his leg muscles. But he could never quite put a hand on her, Gwen always slipped out his grip like mercury. They played tag among the skyscrapers, chased each other through construction sites and dodged aboveground trains together.

He found himself smiling under his mask, this was fun. This New York was clean and the air was warm. And it was nice to spend time with her, maybe they could go longer than thirty minutes, a little longer anyway. Gwen was two buildings ahead of him, scrambling to the top of a McDonald’s billboard, no wait, it was called McDowell’s on this earth. Miguel shot a web over to the billboard and heaved himself over to it just as she jumped off the top. Gwen twisted in mid-air to face him, she struck a pose, putting one hand behind her head and another on her hip and then her costume glitched.

There was naked sixteen-year-old girl in the air in front of him, winking.

“Que?????"

He barreled right through the McDowell’s billboard. Not having a Spider-Sense really sucked sometimes. Miguel climbed to his feet and brushed the dust and debris off himself, had he really just seen that? He heard laughing, Gwen was standing on the next roof, laughing her blonde butt off at him. She waved and shouted him over.

“YOU OK? COME OVER HERE BIG MAN!”

That little…...he jumped with a snarl on his lips. Gwen hopped back about ten feet as he landed. His own mask disappeared and he started to yell but then she ‘glitched’ again and his amber eyes bulged at the naked girl and he stammered. The costume flashed back on her sans mask and hood.

“Remember the Emergency Pants?” Miguel sputtered as she stepped toward him and her nakedness appeared and then disappeared. He attempted to regain his composure but he had already entered this fight on the wrong foot.

“The Emergency Pants?” He sputtered as he watched another step and another glitch. Her tits heaved and his eyes focused on her hard little pink nipples before they were obscured again by the hologram version of her costume. Gwen wiggled her fingers at him, drawing his eyes back to her face.

“Yeah! That handy-dandy app that Margo made for ‘wardrobe malfunctions.’ I made a few modifications to the program for today’s adventure.” She spun around and he got a quick peek of her magnificent ass before it was covered in black again. He took an involuntary step toward her. He popped his inch-long bone finger-talons and clenched his fists, poking his own palms. Control yourself man! You’re the adult here, regain control of the situation!

“Gwen, whatever you’re planning….” She did one of her ballet leaps toward him, one leg in front and one stretched behind her and for a split-second, she’s a beautiful nude flower in the air before the Ghost-Spider lands in front of him with an impish grin on her angelic face. Gwen leaned in and whispered.

“Want to hear a story I heard at Mary Jane-78D3’s bridal shower? You gotta promise to keep it secret though!”

The girl danced around him as she told her tale. Miguel’s olive cheeks reddened he understood, Gwen’s fingers touched his forearm blades, his biceps, his trapezoid and he lifted an arm as she slid back over to his front and stood between his feet. She lightly batted at his costume with delicate little fingers.

“Soften it up for me.”

“Gwen, people could see us.” Her hands pressed against his pecs, her ‘gloves’ glitching as she applied force and he felt the tips of her bare fingers on his chest.

“I’m soft, see? Soft. Soften for me, do it. Let’s have some fun……Papi.”

Miguel groaned and surrendered; she was fucking merciless. He blink-clicked the settings on his uniform and the holographic matrix flickered as it went from active duty status to clothing mode. Gwen sank down, dragging her hands down his chest, causing a little rainbow effect as their costumes merged. Her skin was warm on his and his nostrils flared, he took a deep breath with his enhanced senses. Her arousal was hot and humid in his nose and on his tongue. Miguel’s hand went to her shoulder as her own traced over his hip and to his crotch.

“Just your costume needs to be soft. I need something else hard.” Miguel sighed as her hand lifted his half-stocked length to her mouth.

“It’s a uniform, not a costum…...fuck!” Gwen sucked in the head of his cock and he stopped talking. He took the back of her head in hand and hunched over the girl as she bobbed up and down. Miguel never thought he’d be getting his dick sucked on a rooftop in broad daylight by a Stacy variant when he started the organization but life he had learned, took you to unexpected places.

With unexpected people.

Her tongue brought him to life, quickly. Wiggling on the head and slurping up his precum, Gwen jacked the lower portion of his dick as she inhaled the upper. Miguel stroked her hair, he decided he would return the favor on this very roof, to hell with being embarrassed. To hell with caution, unless Doctor Doom or Venom dropped out of the sky, he was going to devour his little girl and drink every drop she had to give him. But Gwen had other ideas. She moved her head aggressively, stretching her jaw and taking almost half his length down her gullet and holding him there while clutching and unclutching her throat muscles. Miguel moaned as she stopped then shoved him away and stood, licking her lips. His cock was poking out of his costume like a tentpole sticking blue grass.

Gwen slammed into him, standing on her tip-toes and pointing her head up, Miguel automatically wrapped his arms around her and bent down to kiss her. They locked lips and tongues as she grinded against him. Pressing his cock up against his stomach, Gwen licked his fangs, teasing the tips with her tongue before pulling back and speaking in a hushed tone.

“You want me?”

“Yes.”

“Then swing with me, daddy. And if you can catch me, you get to fuck me.”

He was almost twice her size and weight but she was spider-strong, same as him. Her shove planted him on his ass while her mask and hood came back up.

“Swing with me, Miguel.” A command, a challenge, a plea. He would take any of them from her. Gwen bent her legs and leapt straight up in the air, shooting a web line and juking off to the left. He didn’t hesitate, flipping and loping forward on all fours. His laser-webs shot out and anchored himself a line and pushed into the sky. Now Miguel was doing something else that he never would have guessed in a million years he’d be doing, web-slinging with a raging hard-on. He swung up and released on the apex, she was below him, shooting another line and as soon as his shadow fell over her, Gwen pulled the line taunt and stuck her butt in the air behind her. She was presenting to him. Miguel’s mouth filled with saliva and his cock throbbed three hundred feet in the air.

Gwen knew what she wanted and he was going to give it to her.

****

Oh, her old man knew what she wanted. But she was going to make work for it.

…. Not that hard but still, she wanted to see if Mr. Future-Genius understood the game. Gwen swung low between moving cars and as she attached a line to a traffic light and her Spider-Sense wailed, she threw herself to the right, hitting the roof of minivan as a big red and blue blur flashed past the space she just occupied. Miguel overshot but he recovered quickly, catching a streetlight and whipping around it. The metal pole shrieking and sparking as his claws cut lines across it. God, she loved watching him move but she had to stay in gear. Gwen skittered off the minivan, bounced off a store’s canopy and almost reached the rooftop across the street when he first caught her.

She could have moved faster or dodged, her Spider-Sense tingled and she heard the thunk of metal as Miguel’s weight dented the roof of the minivan but she obeyed a different tingle. She wanted that first touch and he gave it to her. His giant hand enclosed around her wrist and his other arm wrapped her waist. He pulled her in as he completed the leap she had been making. Gwen moaned aloud as their holograms merged and she felt a hot, familiar pillar of flesh between her ass cheeks. He landed on the eave of the building. Miguel was panting as he lifted her up with the intention of spearing her on his cock. No, no, no. Not yet. Gwen bent her knees, planted her feet on his thighs and vaulted out of his grip.

It seemed like her pussy screamed in protest as she ran across the roof and dived into the alley between buildings. But she didn’t want the chase to end so quickly. The rush of air penetrated her costume as she ricocheted off a dumpster and sprang back out to the street, moving fast. The back of her skull was now set on vibrate as her Spider-Sense yammered at her. ‘Danger close! Danger close!’ the sixth sense was amazingly useful in battle, saving people, preventing accidents and sometimes bordered on prescience but it wasn’t perfect. It felt Miguel’s want, his desire and it was so strong and he was pursuing her so relentlessly that the sense interpreted it as danger.

Gwen interpreted it as….something else. A word she dared not think or say. She was pretty sure he felt the same way but also suffered from the same emotional constipation that she did. It was so strange; they were so different in so many ways, literally from different dimensions but they were also so similar. She knew what he would do, she knew he would chase her. Gwen smiled at her secret canon as she twisted like a drill to avoid the laser-webs. She looked, he was roof-hopping and trying to lasso her. They were approaching a business district, taller buildings, perfect. She wagged a finger at him and webbed her way higher into the sky. The sizzling sounds of laser-webs telling her that he was on her tail.

The Ghost-Spider went high, using the bigger structures as speed enhancers as she bounced from building to building. No way that the bigger, heavier man could catch her in a straight chase. Wait…. what was he doing? Miguel wasn’t directly pursuing her; he was dashing up the side of skyscraper to the roof. She watched as he turned and dove back off from about ten stories above her. She could still out-swing him…. The she watched amazed, as his silly cape snapped into existence and changed shape. Forming the web-wings design that many of the Spiders used. He was now aerodynamically faster and heading right for her.

She pulled down hard on her own web and began to go downward, glancing left at the mirrored glass of the skyscraper next to her at Miguel’s reflection as he flew through the air after her. Wait for it…wait for it….now. Gwen disconnected her web, spun around and spread her arms and legs. They connected, in every way. Gwen screamed as she slammed into his chest and his cock. The big man thrust his hips and he slid along her entrance on the first try. They spun in circles and plummeted toward the ground but didn’t stop trying to connect. The buildings flashed by as he found the right angle and her lower lips parted for that big head.

The teenager gritted her teeth as the first few thick inches entered her. Miguel put one hand on her back and webbed a line to keep them from becoming street pizza. They soared back into the air and Gwen threw her head back and looked below. Cars, pedestrians, normal folks going about their normal day. They didn’t know there were two people fucking ten stories above them. Her cunt clenched and she understood why Mary Jane-78D3’s face got as red as her hair when she talked about this.

They pitched lower as he swung them, Gwen put her hands on his broad shoulders and wiggled to get more of his dick inside her. He had attached his web to the underside of a thick concrete ledge and he flipped them to it, landing with a crash and pushing her against the wall between two windows on the apartment building. Gwen wrapped legs around his ass as he slid all the way inside her. Her eyes crossed under her mask, fuck, it still felt like sitting on a baseball bat each time. But she wasn’t a normal girl, she was super-strong and super-stretchy. Gwen had discovered over the last six months that if she could take a punch from a Doc Ock, she could take ten inches from Miguel. And…. all that spider-strength has other uses. She pushed her face against his neck, causing another rainbow of glitches as her teeth latched onto his skin. Then she closed her eyes and squeezed her cunt muscles as hard as she could.

Miguel roared and his hand smashed through the wall behind him and Gwen giggled against his flesh as her tongue traced patterns above his jugular. Then he slammed her into the wall and started to fuck her in earnest. Gwen’s hands and teeth tightened on him as each super-strong thrust, which would have broken the pelvis of a normal woman, sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. The ledge shook and dust fell around them, she didn’t think anyone would hear them. It was the middle of the day; the building residents were probably all at work or school.

William Zhang, recently retired insurance salesman, had ignored the weird news on his phone about costumed people tearing the city apart. It was probably just a viral marketing campaign for one of those superhero movies all his nephews and nieces were wild for. He was standing in his kitchen, pondering what to have for lunch and how to spend his afternoon. A matinee perhaps? He sighed, what he really wanted to do was to go down to the park and play Canasta with the Widow Welker and her friends. Maybe he could ask to dinner today…...

Oh, who was he kidding? He didn’t have the guts to ask her…. CRASH!!!!! William swore and stumbled back as fist the size of Christmas turkey came through his kitchen wall above his head. It was dark blue, clawed and it quickly retracted. He stared as his damaged wall with astonishment as it began to vibrate and dust fell from the ceiling tiles and he heard….

Moaning and groaning???

William hurried the kitchen window, pulled it opened and stuck his head out. He turned to his right and froze at what he saw. Mogwais. Like from Ah Ma’s stories. There was a huge one, blue with red stripes on its frame like a tiger. It had swords on its forearms and spectral cape fluttering behind it. It was holding a smaller, white and back one that was clutching at its chest like a monkey. The huge one was slamming the small one against his apartment wall. Where they fighting each other? William’s cheeks turned scarlet as he realized what they were actually doing. It had been a few years since he had done it himself but William knew hip thrusting when he saw it. They were having sex.

The little black and white monkey one turned its head and saw him. Completely white eyes surrounded by red lines widened and it smacked the big one on the shoulder. It stopped thrusting and whipped its head in his direction, it had no eyes, just more red tiger stripes. A deep, animal-like growl emanated from its throat and suddenly William was more frightened than he had ever been. But he was still a senior New Yorker and there was a hole in his damn wall. He grimaced at the Mogwais and shook his fist at them.

“Look at what you did to my damn wall! Get a room, you punks!”

He wasn’t devoured for his bravery. The big one just let go of the side of the building and fell backwards with the little one holding on. A red beam shot out of its hand and they literally swung away like Tarzan and Jane. Even more astonishing was that a young girl’s voice that came from little white and black monkey one.

“SSSSSOOOOORRRRYYYYY!”

William stared as they whipped around the corner of the building and disappeared. This city really was going to the dogs. But standing up to those demons made him feel brave. He smiled, closed the window and walked to the counter and his phone. He was going to call his super about the wall, put on a nice shirt and then go down to the park and ask the Widow Welker on that date.

****

Gwen laughed hysterically as they fled like caught teenagers. Well, a caught teenager and middle-aged man. That’s dude’s face was priceless! And Miguel! He was still hard! What a champ! She leaned in and peppered his neck and chin with happy kisses as they swung. He grunted at her.

“Roof. Landing.”

They landed on the flat roof of a warehouse a couple blocks away from the apartment building. She was still wrapped around him, literally. Miguel growled and his mask scattered away. She grinned at that handsome face.

“Ready for the final roun…OUCH, FUCK MIGUEL!” Gwen squealed as he bit her neck and thrust deep into her. He walked them over to the brick wall of the stairwell access entrance. Then he stopped and smacked her ass.

“Off.” She grumbled and hissed as he backed out of her. She was close, real close. Miguel placed her on the gravel rooftop and then surprised her again. His entire costume disappeared and he was standing nude before her. Damn, he was good-looking. Six foot nine of corded muscles, salt and pepper body hair, delicious olive-toned skin and the prettiest dude-face she’d ever seen. Gwen knew Miguel would probably prefer ‘handsome’ but those knife-sharp cheekbones, cupid lips, Newman chin and gorgeous amber eyes, she couldn’t help herself, he was so pretty.

That big swinging dick between his legs didn’t hurt either, or rather that hurt in all the right ways. Ten inches of almost-wrist thick, veiny goodness. She cocked her hip at him.

“Not that I mind the view but I thought we had the light-show to make sure we weren’t seen.” Miguel smiled, well sneered, showing fang.

“You’re a bad influence little girl. And that old-timer made me think. Who cares? You want to play a game with me mija? Let’s play. Costume off, now.”

Gwen had to stop herself from drooling at his Daddy Voice. She just obeyed, hitting the button on her watch and in a cascade of sparkles, she was standing there, naked except for her Chucks.

“Turn around, hands on the wall.”

She turned and placed her hands, palms down on the brick wall. She gasped as felt the tips of his talons on the nape of her neck. He brushed her hair aside and then began to slowly draw his hand down her back. Pressing down, not hard enough to break the skin but close. Gwen let a shuddering breath; it was so good. Not just the feeling but the knowledge that he could just rip her open if he wanted to. He had such fire that he could barely control, he was known for losing his temper, being too vicious in battle and there more than few Spiders who feared him more than any villain. Gwen did at first too but not anymore.

Now, she wanted see more of his fire.

The razor-sharp talons did break then skin then. Pain flared on her hips as he yanked her back, pulling her ass out and bending her over. Gwen didn’t make a sound and kept her hands on the wall, she knew he wanted a good girl right now. Miguel’s large hands gripped ass cheeks and rolled her flesh. Was he about to start fucking her again? No, something else, the gravel shifted behind her and she felt his breath on her ass and her pussy as he knelt behind her.

“I never got a proper taste of you. Would you like that mija? For me to taste you?” Gwen happily wiggled her ass in hands.

“Yes!” She squeaked as he applied a sharp slap to her left cheek.

“Yes what?”

“Yes…please.”

She could see his freaking smirk. Stupid handsome jerk, thinking he’s all that and bag of…...oh, oh, oh! Gwen stopped thinking as Miguel spread her lips open with his thumbs and put his tongue to work. She gripped the bricks as he lapped at her pussy like a cat. Flattening his tongue and moving it over her entire cunt. He kept her lips spread while his tongue explored her. It caused her knees to get weak and made her leak like a faucet but he liked that. He moved his tongue inside her and she whined like a cat and dug her toes into her shoes. Miguel ate her out like a starving man, one hand moving between her legs to rub her clit. Gwen closed her eyes and rode the rapids as the large man went tongue and nose first into her cunt. Then that tongue started to lick higher, higher and higher. Her blue eyes popped open as he spread her cheeks wide. Boss man wanted the whole meal.

Miguel spat on her asshole, provoking a startled gasp from her. Then he leaned in and tongued the wrinkled folds, Gwen clenched her teeth and the brick under her right hand turned to powder as she squeezed too hard. Gwen had never had her ass eaten before Miguel nor had she thought of butt stuff that much at all but she had found she liked it, a lot. He rimmed her asshole as his taloned hands held steady. Then his tongue moved away and she felt something else poke her. The tip of his thumb.

He stood back up and pushed his thumb into her ass as his other hand lifted his cock to her pussy and rubbed the drooling head against her entrance but he didn’t start fucking her. The big bastard decided to tease her instead. Miguel hummed and moved his thumb in and out while she grunted and pushed her pussy against his dick.

“Hmmm, maybe you’re ready for something else….” Gwen’s head shot up as her Spider-Sense screamed and she considered the implication of that and she looked at his mean little smile and realized she had to move fast before she got speared. Brat-mode would only get her fucked in the wrong hole. Time for daddy’s little girl to make an appeal. She bit her lip and crooned at him.

“Soon, soon but not yet. I’m practicing for that but you’re so…big. You don’t want hurt your little girl, do you?” his features softened, nailed him. She was definitely interested in taking Miguel in all the ways she could but she also knew she wasn’t ready for that yet. He eased his thumb out of her asshole and leaned over her. Miguel kissed the top of her head as he slid the first inch of his cock into her cunt before he stopped and whispered into her hair.

“You only get one ‘no’ for the day. You want to use it here?” She nodded and his hips moved forward, pushing more further into her. Gwen moaned and shoved her butt back at him. One of his hands snaked around her and palmed her tit. He began to rhythmically move as he pinched her nipple. Miguel dragged his nose through her blonde locks as he began going faster. Gwen grunted and held onto the wall as he murmured to her.

“This tight little concha. Who does it belong to?”

“UFF, you Miguel! It belongs to you!”

The two heroes fucked on the warehouse roof while the sun beat down on his back. Gwen was mostly eclipsed by his frame. Sweat glinted on her skin as Miguel grabbed her by the hips and gave the full stroke each time. He would withdraw all the way to the head and then slam back in all way. The first time he ever did that, she had been pinned under him to the steel of his command platform with the crotch ripped out of her costume. She had screamed, passed out and awoken a few moments later to his worried face and LYLA standing his shoulder and hitting him with a rolled-up holographic newspaper. But now? She screamed for more.

Gwen rolled her ass and hips back at him. She had proven that the Ghost-Spider could take just about anything that Spider-Man 2099 had to give her. Miguel hissed and spit, talking low in Spanish as she squeezed with her cunt muscles. The delightful ache was spooling up in her wet center. They had been playing long enough, she wanted her own Canon Event. She wanted the teeth, time for the return of the brat. She still had her shooters on. The blonde flipped one of her hands and shot a short web to his shoulder and pulled him down on her, giggling.

“Come on Dark Garfield! Fuck me like you mean it! You getting winded?”

“Mocosa!”

Maybe she should go to the spider-therapist and ask why getting pumped full of his venom made her come so hard. But that would require disclosing their whole interdimensional workplace age-gap situationship thing and she frankly she didn’t care much for the ‘why’ when the results were so fucking good. She screeched when he opened his mouth and sank his fangs into her shoulder. The cold water feeling spread quickly from the bite. The stuff robbed her of muscle control almost immediately and he wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her from flopping onto the gravel beneath them but the really cool part is that it took away her control but not her feeling. She still felt every stroke and her nerves will still firing but she couldn’t do anything else for the next couple minutes. If Miguel wanted to stick it up her ass, she couldn’t stop him. If he wanted to slap her around or do something just awful to her like choke her out, he could.

She couldn’t do anything but take it.

Gwen tried to scream as she came but she couldn’t. Cumming when she was riding the venom was like an out-of-body experience. She was a gasping, shaking mess as he thrust into her limp frame. He kept his mouth on her shoulder, sucking her blood as the feeling started to come back. Gwen groaned as her misfiring nerves and muscles began to twitch and work. She reached back to grip his hair as she felt him swell inside her.

“Ful-ish mez ups z-zaddy.” She was still mush-mouthed as she tried to speak.

But he withdrew and spun her around, pushing her down again the bricks, onto her butt. He stood over her, stroked his dripping cock and pointed it at her. Gwen leaned back; a shower was as good as a fill-up. Miguel roared and his moved in a blur. The first rope spattered against her forehead and then next one clumped on her nose as Miguel sprayed her in a downward arc. A nice big shot on her waiting tongue satisfied the taste buds as he finished off on her tits, painting her tea cups. Grunting as he shook the last few drops on her blonde pubic hair and belly. She swallowed the glop on her tongue as he panted over her. She rolled her shoulders and the pins and needles feeling announced the imminent return of her full range of movement. She reached out and scratched his lower belly and patted his washboard muscles.

“That…. was a good swing.” He laughed above her.

“I agree.” Gwen looked around the roof.

“Let’s find me something to wipe off with. Think there’s a janitor’s closet or employee bathroom inside this joint with paper towels?”

Miguel smiled at her. He pointed at her watch.

“A game with the Emergency Pants, huh? Alright, I’ve got a game we can play in public too.”

“Wait…what!?!”

“Sorry mija but remember, you already used up your ‘no’ for today.”

****

Margo leaned on an electric elbow at her tech station and nodded along as Ben, half in tears, explained how defeating a kangaroo man was an allegory for his pain in discovering he was clone when a portal opened and Ghost-Spider leapt through. She perked up and used it as opportunity to interrupt Reilly’s rambling monologue.

“Hey Gwen! Have fun swinging?” The fellow teen nodded and walked quickly past them.

“Totally! Super-fun!” Gwen frowned, she seemed in a hurry and hadn’t taken her mask off, was she hurt?

“You ok Gwen? You seem in a hurry.” Her friend waved her off.

“I’m fine! Just all…sweaty from the swing. Gonna hit the showers. Thanks for taking care of those villains Ben!” The other spiders nodded as she waved bye and shot a line to the walkway above and slung away. The Scarlet Spider looked back at her and snapped his fingers.

“Where was I? Oh yeah…. LIFE KICKED ME LIKE A KANGAROO!” Margo sighed as he launched into another soliloquy. Neither of them noticed as a drop off pearly-white fluid fell from above and onto the back of his blue hoodie, just below the spider logo.

Gwen landed on the walkway and moved as quickly as she could without running to the residence level. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Did any Spiders have x-ray vision? Was her watch battery still charged? Was anything dripping off her? She waved and said hello to various people as she walked. Just a normal Spider on a normal stroll. Spider-Wolf turned his head, sniffed the air and raised a furry eyebrow at her. She strolled faster.

Just another hero, returning to the tower after a successful mission. Definitely not a sixteen-year-old girl walking through a crowded building covered in cum under her holographic costume. Definitely not that. Certainly not nervously licking her lips and tasting his salt while turning the corner of the hallway to avoid Hobie and the rest of the gang. She fled to his quarters, cursing the big man under her breath the entire way.

****

Gwen scrubbed her damp hair with happy sigh in the bathroom. Future earth rocked for a number of reasons; great water pressure was one of them. She took the fluffy towel off her head and sniffed the air.

Cheeseburgers?

She followed her nose into the living area wearing one of his old Nueva York University t-shirts which was almost a dress on her anyway. Miguel was sitting on the couch in gray sweatpants and a blue t-shirt that said ‘Best Boss and Pal Ever!’ Peter B's birthday gift which he sworn he had tossed in the trash. He was eating some French fries and there were paper bags and milkshakes sitting on the table that said McDowell’s on them. She ran over and began to dig through them. She plucked out a cheeseburger and unwrapped the foil as she sat next him. Miguel lifted an arm and Gwen snuggled under it.

“Thought you would be hungry.”

“Good call boss man. Hmm, smells good.” He nodded as she chomped on the burger.

“I went back to leave some local cash for that old fellow who’s wall I broke and I figured since I was there, I’d get us some dinner.”

Gwen ate both of her cheeseburgers and half his fries while they sat there. She slurped her strawberry milkshake while he played with the ends of her hair. The girl looked up at him and felt a burst of warm gooey emotion about him so she elbowed him in the side, hard.

“Had fun today, good on you for keeping up with me. I could barely hear your joints creaking while you chasing me!”

That was Stacyese for I love you. Miguel rolled his eyes and used the hand that had been playing with her hair to pinch her earlobe.

“You make each day more interesting mija, I’ll give you that.”

That was O’Hara speak for I love you too.

She blushed but then squawked with indignation as a big mitt snagged the shake from her, Miguel took a big drink while batting her hands away.

“Hey, that’s mine!”

“You ate half my fries.”

“I’m a growing girl!”

“Growing into an even bigger pain in my ass!” She snarled and leapt on his chest while he held the drink above his head.

“THIS MEANS WAR BLUE PANTHER!”

“BRING IT ON SPIDER-BRAT!”

They angrily kissed and rolled off the couch together, the milkshake quickly and happily forgotten as they started to dance again.