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A Spider's Web	By : LithiumHobo Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Spiderman Views: 26781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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He had faced super powered foes the likes of which no mere
man could possibly topple. He had encountered dangers that defined what it
truly means to be a hero. He had done the impossible and more and yet still,
Spider-Man never thought he would be facing this kind of challenge: being torn
between two beautiful women. By all definitions of the word Peter Parker was a
nerd. A dork, a spazz, you name it, he fit it. Of course the bite of the
radioactive spider all those some odd years ago helped his physical stature and
grew a bit more confidence in him, enabling him to win the heart of Mary Jane,
the first woman in his tug of war of love and lust, and his adventures
resulting there from ran him into the Black Cat, the second woman in his
plaguing dilemma. So how, of all people, did this nerd/hero manage to find
himself in a predicament most men would give their left arm for?

Spider-Man tossed this situation in his mind constantly since that night with
Black Cat as he swung through the New York streets. He had become so common
that many residents hardly peered up twice at the red and blue hero as he made
like Tarzan through the jungle of concrete and metal, and he had become so used
to the act that he could set his mind elsewhere while he navigated safely. What
troubled Spidey the most was not the decision he would have to make, but that
he hadn't made it. He naturally assumed that Mary Jane was the girl for him.
His one and only, he true love. That any other woman before and after her would
never compare and would never stand between them. Yet now here he was, sailing
over a sea of traffic, unable to choose between the woman after his heart and
the woman after this, well, his Lil' Petey.

So deep in thought that the busy sounds of the city were muted in his ears,
turned down so low that he bypassed all the siren wails, the gun fire cracks,
the piercing screams for help. Don't worry, these matters of criminal behavior
were all tended to by the police, and as our hero swung by, the police were
both surprised and pleased that for once the costumed "menace" had
passed up intervening for once and letting the boys in blue earn their pay.
However he couldn't turn down the volume on the unique sounds emanating from
the trouble down town, the kind of sound that only comes from a super powered
villain. Snapping back to his duties, Spider-Man swung with more ferocity and
purpose. He needed a break from his crisis but he knew it wouldn't be for long.

Clang! Crash! Clang! Boom! The mix of metal and explosions seared the street as
the infamous Doc Ock laughed with horrid amusement. Clutched under his human
arms were two high tech devices he would undoubtedly use for his own evil ends.
Most villains and even small time crooks stole such things to sell on the black
market and use the money for weapons far too powerful for their own good, but a
brilliant mind, though wrought with insanity, like Dr. Octavius' would simply
improve on it, for the worse of mankind of course. So amused with his
destruction, arrogantly slow and methodical, he didn't notice the costumed hero
swinging in towards him, legs parallel to another and feet flat and aimed at
the doctor's chest, before it was too late. The incredible impact sent the doc
off balance, his arms loosening to drop the devices, only to have them quickly
webbed and swung out of reach on a roof top, laid safely to be returned later.

Landing on a lamp post behind Doc Ock, Spider-Man leered over him mockingly.

"Now now, Doc, if you wanted to play with other scientists toys you need
to ask politely. I'm afraid I'm going to have to put you in time out. I
think...20 to 40 years 'ought of set you right," Spider-Man mocked. His
head soon craned upward as the villain pushed himself higher from the ground,
his four mechanical arms extending to give him the high ground.

"Ignorant insect! Those are rightfully my inventions! Those hacks
at the institute claimed them as their own after my glorious transformation. I
am merely taking back my work to be completed. Only a mind of my magnitude
could truly appreciate the workings of a transmuting quantomnomatic flux-"
Doc Ock arrogantly replied, only to be cut off by the mocking hero.

"Compacitator hyper ray. Yeah, I know what it is. Any physics student with
half a semester's worth of knowledge could have recognized such shotty
workmanship," Spidey mockingly put, scoffing at the scientist turned
villain.

"Gah! How dare you insult my work you meddling menace!" Doc exclaimed
before launching a tentacle at the hero. The mechanical limb hit concrete and
took down the post as the spider man leaped out of the way. Another limb was
sent his way to try and catch him mid air, only to have the claw of it secured
into another heft of concrete.

Before the doctor could end up using the next two tentacles, Spider-Man secured
those to the street as well with globs of webbing. He piled on some concrete
and secured it with more webbing as he didn't want the doctor going anywhere.
Struggle as he might the octopus man could not budge.

"Good, you've settled down. While I have you here I need someone to talk
to and I think you're the only one of my foes with enough IQ points to keep up
with me," Spider-Man reasoned. So desperate for a second opinion, he had
decided to unload his problems onto the unwilling ear.

An hour of so passed, Spider-Man's case explained and his emotions loaded on
for filling The doctor hung from his mechanical limbs limp, jaw ajar as he
contemplated suicide to escape hearing another word from the mouth of his foe.
"So what do you think, doc? What should I do?"

Blinking slowly the doctor breathed heavily as he stared at the hero.
"Firstly, you are a monster. I've done some awful things in my time but
tie up my foe and force them to listen to my problems? I have to commend you on
your knack of evil. Secondly, you sicken me. I cannot perceive of a woman who
could stand to be in a room with you for two minutes before turning to a life
of crime just to spite you, let alone two. Not only two, but two gorgeous
women, or so you claim. Lastly, although I may be a villain, as you have so
kindly branded me, I am a gentleman and a man of honor and would never turn my
back on a commitment to my lover. The fact that you are considering to do so
speaks volumes of you, now doesn't it?" he finally finished, going back to
hanging limp and rolling his head. "Now can I please go to jail now?"

Although most of his advice was merely malicious, Spider-Man figured he did
have a point. What kind of husband was he if he was even considering continuing
things with Black Cat? Although it took the ravings of a lunatic to set him
straight, Spidey knew he had to do the right thing. "Sure thing, Doc. If I
ever need an ear I'll come find ya!" yelled Spider-Man as he swung off to
return home, after returning the stolen devices of course, and leaving Doc Ock
in the capable hands of special task force of the police department to handle
the doctor.

With a new outlook on his situation, Spider-Man swung more happily through the
streets, wasting no time to get home. Only time spent outside his travel was to
pick up some roses for his sweet Mary Jane. At the height of a swing he was
pounced upon by a black and white blur, taking him down to the roof top shortly
below. After a quick roll on the concrete he found himself pinned by his dirty
pleasure Black Cat, smiling wickedly down at him, leaning forward to bare
generous cleavage. Since his spider sense didn't go off when he was tackled he
knew she meant no harm, thus no danger, and decided that this was as good a
time as ever to explain to her how they couldn't see each other.

"Now where have you been, Mr. Spider-Man? I haven't seen you in a week
since our last encounter," purred the Black Cat, putting a seductive tone
to the word 'encounter'. Leaning close she nibbled on his neck through his
suit, grazing her breasts against his chest as her hips gyrated.

Damn this is gonna be hard to do..., Spider-Man thought. Not only was
she beautiful, sexy, and an amazing lay, but she was all over. Not even Mary
Jane showed him that kind of wonton sexual desire. Fighting against his male
urges he gently pushed away her advances.

Frowning, Cat sat up, arms hugged under her breasts shyly as she wondered what
she did wrong. "Too fast? Enjoyed the little tease last time, huh?"
She reasoned, perking up as she deduced that had to be the reason for his
rejection. "No problem!" She happily bounced after she got off his
lap, playfully swaying her hips as she innocently pouted his way. "Oh
Spider-Man, I've been an awfully naughty cat burgler tonight. You're gonna have
to punish me." She put on with a teasing tone. Not the most original line
ever spoken, but she was too anxious for another romp with her love to think
too cleverly. A first for the sexy minx.

Spidey sighed as he sat up, flowers, which were a little tattered from the
pounce and roll, in hand and plucked a few stray petals from his uniform.
"Cat, look, we need to talk. That night last week was...amazing, I
mean...wow, really amazing, but the thing is --" He was cut off mid
revelation though by the joyous squeal of a girl possessed.

"Are those flowers for me?! Aw, Spidey!" She bounced on back over and
took the flowers easily from him, he too embarrassed for her to fight her. She
dove her face into the petals, breathing in deep to catch the scent at its
freshest. "They're so lovely, and I went and messed them up too," she
finally admitted to with a giggle, finding them pretty still anyway. "And
here I thought you were just gonna treat this as a sexual relationship, but
here you are bringing me flowers. You ol' softy," she cheerfully said
before giving him a very innocent peck on the cheek.

"That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about, Cat. This
'relationship' can't really be anymore than a friendship," Spider-Man
bluntly put. Black Cat was a big girl, he figured, he wasn't going to treat her
like a child.

From the look on her face, half masked by, well, a mask, it would appear as if
someone had just ripped out her heart and tossed it away carelessly. She had to
fight for this though. She had guessed he may be resistant but she was so
convinced that he was the one for her that she wouldn't let him say no.
"But...but...," she stammered, but the words didn't come like she
hoped for.

"You're awesome Cat, you really are, but I can't be with you how you want
me to be. There's...another woman. I love her, Cat. With all my heart I love
her. I'm sorry."

Now the words were coming, she was recovering from the train that had hit her
now. "You can't be serious! How can there be anyone who understands you
like I do? Correct me if I'm wrong but I think I'm the only costumed chick
swinging around and leaping buildings like you, Spidey. I'm one of the few that
really gets the chase you and I share. You can't deny that there's something
special between us," she said, hoping to sway him to her. She caressed the
spider emblem on his chest as she looked at him past half closed eye lids.
"Come on, let me convince you that I'm the only girl for you."

Spider-Man was more decisive now, pushing her away again and backing himself up.
"I'm sorry, Cat. I can't deny that there is something between us, which is
what makes this so incredibly hard, but I don't think we can see each other
again, even as friends. I fear I may fall for the temptation you bring. My
heart belongs to another and the mere fact that I couldn't see that truth so
clearly then as I do now troubles me." Spider-Man, hating himself for
having to do this to Cat, never figuring she would be so devastated, started to
turn from her. He didn't fathom that she would be so crushed. He had known her
as a playful thing, so carefree and seductive that he only figured she wanted
him as a sexual thrill. As arrogant as a thought it may be, he imaged that a
lot of women would love to sleep with him just to say they had. Black Cat seemed
to harbor more feelings beyond that for him and that's what was tearing him up
inside. He felt like such a prick but he knew he would feel worse if he didn't
stay true to Mary Jane.

"But I love you, Spider-Man!" she yelled to him, nearly breaking down
into tears as the man of her dreams was walking from her.

He stopped and sighed. "That's just it though, Cat, you love Spider-Man.
There is a man under this mask, and both his and Spider-Man's heart belongs to
another. You only want the costume, the hero. That night one week ago I offered
to take my mask off for you, to show you the man underneath, but you denied me
that. You don't love me, you love Spider-Man, and that's only half of me,"
he explained. He hadn't considered that himself until the words were spoken,
each syllable coming out as if it had been on his lips waiting this whole time.

She was speechless, unable to move, to grab out at his arm to try and stop him
from swinging away but there he went. Away into the night. Every sound around
her became muffled and dulled as she leaned back against a wall. Her plump lips
parted in confused breaths, unsure of what to do with herself. She had given
herself to him, she had bared her heart and soul to this man and he rejected
her. Not since her days in college, since her last boyfriend, a man she'd love
to forget, had she even let another man touch her like she had let him. What
was she to do?

Although he felt horrible for Black Cat, Spider-Man felt clearer than ever
before. He knew where his heart belonged now and nothing would cause him to
doubt that again. As he climbed into his bedroom window he found MJ asleep,
nestled under a plump comforter. No nighty and naughty undies on her tonight,
not like last week (which is not to say their sex life is a once a year
affair). He peeled his costume off and climbed into bed with her, kissing the
nape of her neck and dozing off peacefully for the first time in a week. Still
saddened by the state he left Black Cat in, he knew her, he knew she would
bounce back and find another hero to lead on chases that showed off her every
muscle and curve. Another man to giggle at and tease, to lead on only to let
fall. Another hero to convince to let her go another night a free woman. The
fact that he couldn't get her off his mind will not capture his attention for
some time.

Elsewhere Black Cat sat on a building ledge, the building where she gave
herself to him. That bastard she trusted and then let stomp on her heart. Each
petal from the flowers she had taken from him fell with the words "he
loves me not" muttered in her head. No silly game from childhood could
undo the facts of what was now her gross reality. She grimaced as each red
petal drifted slowly to the ground, to be ignored and trampled on by
pedestrians.

Peasants. She thought. Mortals, even. I bet this other woman is one
of them. A simple girl with no uniqueness like myself. She doesn't deserve him,
and he doesn't deserve me! Her emotions were rampant through the spectrum
available. Jealousy, anger, loneliness, depression, and still even love
lingered. Sitting on an emotional landmark for her, with such screaming
feelings pumping through her, it was no wonder it found her. She might as well
have been screaming at it to come, begging it to her. That empathetic ooze, that
leeching oil that had been searching for a partner since it had lost two hosts
and escaped that overly sterile Richards lab. Crawling day after day, night
after night, dripping and gripping along the cracks of society, slithering
through the underbelly to find someone who was in need enough of it, who could
produce the thrill it needed. It made the process so much easier.

It whispered to her, a faint tickle in the back of her mind that she willingly
accepted as her own voice, as the sympathetic reassurance that she needed now
more than ever. It was only too late before it had snared her, wrapped around
her and oozed over her ever curve and contour. Though they always start scared
and confused, they eventually accept it, accept the Symbiote as a part of their
person, their new person. It would give her the power to get what she wanted,
to be with who she wanted, and to remove any competition that stood in her
way...
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