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This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content as well as offensive language. If this is something that you feel uncomfortable with or if not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.

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All of the characters in this story are the property of Marvel Comics. The author makes no claim of ownership on these characters. It is a parody. Written for entertainment and not profit. If you wish to make money off of Marvel, buy stock. I did.

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Ultimate Tangled Web

Chapter 12

"This is ludicrous." Mary Watson mumbled to herself as the elevator came to a stop. It was late, way too late to be seeing some shrink in the city. MJ should be getting ready for bed at this hour. Mary Watson was quite certain that her daughter hadn�t even had dinner yet.

"Hi Mom." Mary Jane lazily waved as her mother, Mary Watson, stepped into the doctor�s waiting room.

The absent smile on her daughter�s face told her something was amiss. "Mary Jane? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," MJ signed as she played with the buttons on her shirt. "Dr. Hamilton wants to talk to you."

Mary Watson was still new to being a single mother. Her deadbeat husband took off. She�s had to reenter the workforce after being out for 16 years. She had a mortgage, responsibility, and her brilliant daughter�s college to think about. On top of that, Mary Jane seemed traumatized by all this craziness that happened at her school and the state appointed shrink decided to drug her into a stupor. She couldn�t afford to get MJ another doctor. She had SAT�s coming up, not to mention finishing high school. Sure, Dr. Hamilton may want to talk to her, but not as much as she wanted to talk to him.

The door to his office opened and the balding, pudgy body of Dr. Bart Hamilton stepped out. "Ms. Watson, it is very good to see you!" He waddled across the office and shook her hand, "Mary Jane is an excellent young woman. She is really something else."

"Yes," Mary Watson said humorlessly, "I�m quite aware." She put her hand on his shoulder and took one step away from MJ. Her voice was a short angry whisper. "What have you done to my daughter? She�s completely spaced out!"

Hamilton nodded. "I know. She had a panic attack during our session. I�ve given her a prescription to calm her down."

"Calm her down?" Mary Watson tried not to raise her voice. "She looks like she�s about to pass out!"

Dr. Hamilton posture became instantly defensive. "I know it seems bad, but it happened because she�s finally facing her fears. While it looks bad now in the long run she will be better off. What she needs if for you to be understanding and supportive. This is only a phase."

Mary Watson choked down her anger. "A phase? How long is this phase supposed to last?"

Hamilton eased. "Only for a couple of weeks. She�s a strong young woman and wants to face her fears. It�s my job to make sure she doesn�t do it too quickly."

"And the drugs?"

"Just a speed bump." Dr. Hamilton laid a hand on the woman�s shoulder and turned her to face her daughter. "She wants to get it out of the way now but for her long-term wellness she needs to take it slow." Hamilton gave Mary Watson the prescription slip. "Make sure she takes these with every meal."

Mary Jane sat on the couch and played with her hair. Currently she was feeling no pain. She remembered being scared and confused, but couldn�t actually feel the emotions or remember their cause.

The only thing that came close to troubling her was her left hand. For some reason she couldn't stop making a fist.

Oh well.

* * * * *

Peter opened one eye. That was all he could manage. Everything else hurt too much to try and use. The mask was off, so his vision was not restricted. His one eye glanced around, trying to find something to focus on.

"Are you awake?" he heard Felicia say.

Peter sat up, trembling with effort and chill. It took a moment for him to realize he wasn�t in some abandoned warehouse. Peter was in Felicia�s apartment. He hugged himself, unable to stop the shakes. "What�s wrong with me?"

Felicia came over to the bed. She had he mask and gloves off, but the rest of her costume was still on. "You had some weird sort of stinger in your leg. I pulled it out but you were having some kind of seizure. Those monster creature guys were kicking our asses before, and with you down I didn�t have a chance of fighting them off. So I picked you up and bugged out." Felicia sat on the edge of her bed and bit her lip. "I wanted to bring you to a hospital, but I called a friend and she told me to bring you here."

Peter continued to tremble. "I feel like crap."

"Yeah," Felicia laid him back down. "She said that would last for a while." Felicia shouted over her shoulder at the kitchen. "What did you call it Jessie?"

" A molecular paralytic poison," a girl walked out of the kitchen with a tray of steaming soup. "It�s a poison that cripples the nervous system."

Peter refocused his eyes at the girl who entered. She had a heart shaped face, a solid chin and noble cheekbones. The girl wore low-rider jeans, and a sleeveless tank top. He could see her lithe arms. Even the bone structure of their hands was similar, smaller but similar. It was like looking in a distorted mirror. She is Peter�s female clone, Jessica Drew, Spider-Woman. The only real difference was her hair is dyed black, while his is natural brown.

"Jessica?"

Felicia�s face went red with embarrassment. Her mouth hung open. "You guys know each other?"

Peter�s head swam. "Jessica? What are you doing here?"

"Um� soup?"

Felicia sounded a little stunned. "I am totally missing something."

Jessica placed the tray on the nightstand. "Yeah, we�ve met before."

Peter pulled the blanket over his shoulders. "C-can we hurry up please? I-I think I�m going to pass out."

Jessica shrugged, the same way he would. "Let�s wait till we�re all up for it then."

Felicia�s voice cracked in confusion. "Up for what?"

Jessica held her head with her hands. "I�m tired, you�re tired, and I think he has school in the morning."

Peter�s eyes snapped open. "School!" He shot up, barely trembling at all. "Oh fuck! Aunt May will be up soon!" Peter swung his legs around and tried to jump onto the floor. His legs promptly collapsed. Instead he curled into the fetal position.

"I-I need to get home. Where is my costume?"

"Where is his costume?" Jessica asked.

Felicia rolled her eyes and bit her lip. "I couldn�t carry him myself� not while being chased by the bad guys," Felicia timidly looked Jessica in the eye, "so I kind of made a trade."

* * * * *

"I-I am Spider-Man." He spoke aloud as he gazed through the wire mesh of the familiar mask. He looked out over the city he�d sworn to protect. The dream had finally come true. He smiled.

Or at least half his face smiled. Luckily, it�s not like anyone could tell under the mask.

Spider-Man leapt off the edge of the building, skydiving about 30 stories, fired a web-line and swung out and over Broadway traffic.

"Woohoo! Get ready New York!" His elation echoed off the cavernous concrete and steel. "G-get ready for Spider-Man, 24-7 baby!"

* * * * *

Dr. Hamilton sank behind his desk. A nervous sweat formed on his brow. He mopped it with a handkerchief. The videotapes were splayed across his desk. He�d watched them, twice as the clock passed midnight. It was enough evidence to put him in jail for a very long time.

He spoke somberly. "I think I should destroy these."

Ms. Brooke listened to the ice clink as she dropped it into the glass. She poured the scotch and sauntered over to the desk and placed the nightcap in front of him. "That�s not what Norman Osborn would do."

Hamilton�s fingers felt the glass like it was some sort of dangerous object. "Look how he ended up." Carefully he sipped at the liquor. The strong spirit burned his mouth and tongue. It did little to calm him down. All Bart Hamilton could think about was the stories he�d heard about what happened to child-molesters in prison.

Ms. Brooke, business suit and all, slid onto the top of the desk, pushing the videotapes and papers out of her way. She slunk like a cat, resting her chin on her crossed arms. "Norman Osborn is even feared after his death. He almost brought this country to its knees. Wouldn�t you like to have that kind of power?"

Hamilton let the glass drop at the same rate as his jaw. "You found some OZ?"

Ms. Brooke smiled. "I think I know were some is."

Hamilton�s scowl meant business. "Where?"

Ms. Brooke placed a finger over his lips. "I can show you, but there is something I want first."

Hamilton�s eyes lit with excitement. OZ, what made Norman Osborn achieve his true Nietzschian potential. It was worth any price. Bart Hamilton could barely contain himself. "What do you want?"

Ms. Brooke stretched like a kitten on the hypnotherapists desk. She gave him an evil little grin. "All I want is for you to make a phone call to Mary Jane."

TBC�
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