Ultimate Tangled Web

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Chapter 6

"There you are." Felicia purred.

She followed him with her eyes. The amber lenses gave the Black Cat excellent night vision without needing a big, bulky, visor or compromising the peripheral. She needed her peripheral vision since her attention was split between the rooftops she ran across and the figure that swung from building to building.

For whatever reason Spider-Man was not wearing his costume. He seemed to be in street clothes with only a hooded sweatshirt to hide his secret identity. Felicia assumed he must be coming home from work or college (she hoped it was college) and web slinging was the quickest way. New York traffic was always a nightmare and on high congestion nights Spider-Man had been seen swinging about this section of midtown often (thank you "spidermansightings.com").

Felicia’s stakeout had taken most of a week, more than enough time for her to question her own motives about the situation. Did she really want him or was it because he rejected her? Wasn’t she being exceptionally stalker-ish? How messed up was it to go running around in leather outfits at all hours of the night, trying to track down a teenager in tights?

"I should be in therapy," Felicia concluded as she followed him, silent as a shadow. "But I need answers more."

* * * * *

The sunrise hit her face. This was not something that Mary Jane was used to. Her bedroom faced the other direction. She could sleep half the morning without being disturbed by sunlight. But this wasn’t Mary Jane’s bedroom.

Liz Allen quietly slumbered in MJ’s arms. She was still naked. Well, they were both still naked. After an intense night of lovemaking the last thing they thought about was modesty. In fact Liz had almost smothered MJ with a pillow last night because Mary Jane had completely forgotten that Liz’ parents were home. Screaming orgasms and happy parents tend not to mix.

But Mary Jane was happy, at least for the moment. Liz was the perfect friend, giving MJ exactly what she needed at the exact moment she needed it. You couldn’t ask more of a friend than that. Mary Jane gave her best friend a gentle kiss.

Liz stirred, opening her eyes slightly against the morning brightness. "G’morning Red," she sighed, "’funny meeting you here."

MJ smiled in contentment. "You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t want to wake you."

Liz opened one eye wider. "I feel a "but" coming on…"

"But I think we should hide our crime, unless you want your Mom to poke her head in here."

Liz pulled MJ closer, snuggling into her. "Don’t leave. You’re soft and you smell good."

"I smell like sweat and sex."

Liz kissed her chest. "Those are good smells for you."

"I need a shower." MJ begged, almost caving in to the notion of snuggles and maybe another tussle. "Some of us have to go to work. I have to be at Big Easy Cajun at 9."

Liz pouted as MJ rolled out of bed. "Who the hell eats cajun food at 9am?"

"Nobody." MJ admitted as she stood and stretched.

Liz quietly watched as MJ’s body quivered with the release of tension. Her back was too her. Liz studied the pleasant curves of MJ’s hips and ass. "Can’t I seduce you into staying with my newly found lesbian wiles?"

Mary Jane gave her a sly smile over her shoulder. "You’re free to try, Tiger."

Liz came up behind her, kissing MJ’s back and cupping her breasts. Mary Jane’s hands closed over Liz’s, showing her how she liked to be touched. Liz kissed her neck. Mary Jane felt like she was melting.

"Do me a favor MJ," Liz whispered. "While you’re in the shower, get my razor out of the cabinet. I want to try this with a clear playing field." One hand traced a line down MJ’s belly, through the tangled patch of hair and to the heat that waited for her below it.

Liz pulled her backwards and dragged both of them onto the bed. Mary Jane moaned as Liz worked her sex.

"Volume," Liz warned.

Mary Jane lay with her back on Liz, her breasts jut into the air. Liz worked one tit with one hand. The other was at her friend’s sex, splitting it with her ring and index fingers and probing her clit with the middle. Mary Jane shivered at her touch. MJ tried to reach behind herself and hold Liz but she found the position impossible.

"Not fair!" the redhead moaned, "I can’t kiss you like this."

Liz snickered, "I guess you’ll just have to cum."

* * * * *

"Wait up… goddammit!!!" Felicia yelled breathlessly.

Spider-Man ignored her as he fired another web-line. Felicia leapt the gap in buildings, nowhere near as accustomed to this mode of transportation as the web-slinger. She only had the one grapple line. Spidey could produce them on command. She could not keep up with his speed. The best she could hope was to follow him to wherever he was going, but keeping him in sight was a monumental task in itself. Especially when he crossed the Queensboro Bridge.

"Oh, geez…" Felicia gasped at the edge of the last rooftop, "…come on."

She sucked in air and tried to follow him with her eyes. She lost him for a moment. She couldn’t see him swinging about in his haphazard manner. Finally she found him, standing on the far pylon of the second tower. He was looking back at her, over his left shoulder, waiting.

"You bastard…" Felicia cursed as she fired her grapple line.

* * * * *

Mary Jane let the fire door slam as she stepped outside. A shopping mall was really a big pile of cinderblocks with paint and purchasable crap. Her bright yellow uniform glowed in the noontime sun.

Nervously she held the cell phone to her ear. She only had a ten-minute break. This would have to be quick. She dialed the number from the bent up business card, still not able to believe what she was doing.

"Good morning, Norman Osborn’s office." A female voice said.

"Um… hi. Is Mr. Osborn in?" Mary Jane said nervously.

The response came in a curt, businesslike tone. "Mr. Osborn is in a meeting. Can I take a message?"

Mary Jane shrank in defeat. "Oh. Can you tell him Mary Jane Watson called?"

"One moment please." And the phone went dead. For a second Mary Jane thought the secretary hung up on her, then the phone exploded into life.

"Mary Jane! How good to hear from you!"

MJ was stunned. She could believe this cheerful and charismatic voice belonged to Norman Osborn. But it was there, friendly and warm in a way that she’d never heard it before.

"Mr. Osborn?" Mary Jane found herself doubting her ears. "Your secretary said you were busy-"

"I will always make time for you." Norman blurted in. "How is our boy Peter doing? Has he seen the light?"

Mary Jane swallowed. "We broke up. He’s avoiding me for "my own good". I think I can get through to him but I need more time."

There was a long, uncomfortable pause. "Not good news, MJ. We had a contract. I’ve upheld my end of the bargain…"

Mary Jane gritted her teeth. "I know this is unusual, but I can get through to him. He has to warm up to the idea-"

"Please, Mary Jane, don’t embarrass yourself." Norman cut her off. "You failed it what you promised. It happens. I’m sure if the situations were different you would have done a phenomenal job, but time is almost up. You bargained for time and I gave it to you. I’m trying to make this as painless as possible." He gave her a quick moment to let that sink in. "You're young. It’s the time to make mistakes. It’s okay and part of the growing process. Learn from it."

Mary Jane’s heart broke.

"Thank you for calling." Norman said as a sinister mockery crept into his voice. "I have schedules to maintain. Thank you for doing business Ms. Watson."

He hung up. She sank to her knees. Mary Jane cried for a lot longer than ten minutes.

* * * * *

"Enough!" Felicia gasped as she dropped through the skylight of the abandoned building. "I’ve been chasing you over half of New York and I want some goddamn answers!"

He kept his back to her with his hood pulled over his head. He didn’t say anything.

It was dim in this place. It smelled of smoke and mildew. Whatever happened to destroy this warehouse must have done so a while ago. Felicia’s eyes darted around, finding the mattress and food wrappers. How long had he been living here?

"You shouldn’t have come," Spider-Man croaked, "I’m not who you think I am."

Felicia took it in stride. "I’ll admit I was pissed at you for ditching me, (like you did), but if you’re in some kind of trouble… if you need a friend..."

"Friend?" he sounded much different with the mask off, "some of us aren’t meant to have friends."

"I’m not kidding Spider," Felicia argued, "I know what its like to be lonely. I’ve been there before. Other people have gone through the same thing you have."

He spat in anger. "No one’s gone through what I have!"

"Don’t get all ‘emo’ with me, sweet-cheeks!" Felicia threw up her arms in frustration. "Stop complicating things! Stop being a woman about this! Talk to me!"

After her little burst Felicia calmed down. "Listen Spider, I don’t do this everyday. I know I act like a vamp (the suit helps with that) but everything isn’t fistfights and sex. Maybe I was too forceful. I came on strong and you got scared. That’s fine. But sex-"

He turned. "You had sex with me?"

Felicia’s face twisted in horror. His couldn’t.

The Black Cat’s eyes went wide in disbelief. The right half of his face was fine, but the left… the left side was hideous. Holes were melted through his skin. She could see the muscle and connecting tissue. His left eye was milky white and blankly stared at her. His right eye sparkled with awful intelligence. It was like Spider-Man was wearing this terrible movie make-up, except she could see the blood pulse in the raw flesh of his face.

"Oh my God…" Felicia mumbled and covered her mouth. She doubled over and wretched. The contents of the Black Cat’s stomach splattered onto the warehouse floor.

"I guess that’s a "no" to the sex."

* * * * *

Norman Osborn unclasped his gold Rolex and dropped it onto the desk. Tonight was going to be a busy night. He was going to finally do it.

He had his eyes out. He knew what was going on. Peter was going to be his or he was going to be buried. There would be no reprieve for Mr. Parker.

Norman slipped out of his shoes and undid his cufflinks. The change was always hellish on the wardrobe.

He pressed a button on his desk. "Mrs. Brooke, forward my calls to voicemail and no visitors. Go ahead and take the rest of the night off."

Norman froze. He heard the door click behind him. He spun, half dressed but ready for action. "I said ‘no visitors’ Mrs. Brooke-" that wasn’t his secretary at the door.

"Mr. Osborn, I hope I’m not interrupting." Mary Jane spoke as she strode forward, her stiletto heels clicked on the floor and echoed off the walls. Norman’s eye trailed up her shapely legs to the black leather miniskirt, across her toned tummy, too the leather bustier with the jangling brass rings. This was not a look she was accustomed too, but she wore it well.

Norman was focussing on the transformation when she entered. He could already feel himself in the early stages. His senses were sharpened to a keen edge. Nothing escaped him. He could feel the way Mary Jane shifted her hips as she walked, a confident and sultry stride. Norman could smell her perfume, the nervous sweat that threatened to break out, the beginning excitement that welled-

"You have no business here Mrs. Parker." Norman Osborn caught himself. The Goblin had urges, but the Man was the master.

"I need to speak with you Mr. Osborn." Mary Jane closed the distance. She could see him tremble. She could see the odd twitch of his lips. Was his skin turning green? "Please hear me out, Norman."

"You’ve come at a bad time Mary Jane."

TBC…