Chapter 24: Spider-Man saves his Damsel-in-Distress

[Bronx, New York]

Seven fine gentlemen stood in a semi-circle around my small feminine form as my back was pressed against the wall.

"You know what I think, girl? I think a blonde little thing like you walked into our part of the hood wanting for something like this to happen."

Well, he technically wasn't wrong.

Another day, another posse of would-be gang rapists about to be brutally beaten to death in a dirty alley… Shortly followed by their wallets being claimed under the ancient rule of 'Finders keepers, losers weepers. I'll pry it off your still warm corpses.' However, there was definitely some odd happening here since I was expecting them to mug me, not give another rape threat like the last set of lowlifes. I honestly doubt New York naturally had this many would-be sex offenders; perhaps my 'Rape me, I'm a vulnerable little girl!' act was too strong to resist?

"N-no, please let me just go, I won't come back here ever again!" my vulnerable-little-girl voice deliberately stammered out, just to set up the joke which was for them to beg for their lives using those exact same words. I'll still kill them all, but it'll be an amusing turn of events at least.

"Nah, bitch." the heavily tattooed lowlife frowned as he leaned in and sniffed at my neck, "You don't get to lead guys on with a promise of a good time, and think you can out at the last sec."

In truth, I didn't even head out to bait people like this- not today at least. I was just heading out to the local drug den to withdraw every ill-gotten dollar they had in their stash… after I expend their souls to enchant some of my stuff. But constantly keeping up the 'I am a gentle and compassionate girl who believes in the goodness in people's hearts!' was incredibly tiring, and I needed to decompress every once in a while with some retail therapy and mindless violence. But hey, if a few more black souls conveniently stepped up to me and volunteered to fuel my enchantments, then I certainly wasn't going to say no! Grand white souls were hard to come by in the MCU unlike in Skyrim where you could just kill a mammoth for one, and I had a long list of enchantment items that I could use right now.

My white shoes could use an auto-cleaning enchantment after having so much blood splatter over them all the time, and I had a few more rings, circlets, bracelets that could be enchanted with more situational enchantments like air, subterranean, underwater and space combat. All in all, these seven lowlifes accosting me was a welcome experience. It was like being accosted by walking bags of cash with stupidly tattooed faces- all you had to do was tear them open to get to the goodies inside.

"Now, I tell you what." The lead lowlife gave a perverse grin as he stepped back- unbuckling his pants and exposing the bulge in his boxers, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The choice is yours."

I was actually tempted to go on my knees. All because it would be easier to take out my steel knife in the folds of my sleeve, and the prospect of emasculating him and making him choke to death from his own tiny penis was terribly amusing. However, luck wasn't on my side because it was at that moment- through the power of [Detect Life] enchanted into my necklace- that I saw a friendly neighbourhood Spider-man landing on the roof of the building overlooking the alleyway.

Spider-Man arrived just in time to save the day. Specifically, save them from me.

Dammit, Peter.

But he surprised me when instead of making a witty one-liner as Spider-Man is known to do, he immediately went into the fighting. His red and blue frame swung down into the alley in a wide swing and launched the lead lowlife with the unbuckled pants down the alley with a brutal kick.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!" He furiously howled, and the other six lowlifes tried to pull out their knives and guns. Not that it was going to help them since Spider-Man looked like he wasn't bothering to be gentle this time around. Guns were yanked out of their hands by some quick web lines, and those brandishing their knives quickly found themselves fighting hand-to-hand against a superhero with enhanced strength, speed, agility, a precognitive sixth sense for danger and all the desperate rage of someone fighting to avoid being NTR'ed.

It was a spectacle watching an actually angry Spider-Man put the beatdown on these idiots. They couldn't even land a single hit on him.

"Rrrrrggghh! You picked the absolute worst girl to target!" Spidey swore as he weaved this way and that around their punches and stabs, and shot gratuitous amounts of webbing that tied up their fists, feet and limbs so that he could angrily beat them black and blue. One managed to get up to his feet and try to make a break for it- his hands still webbed up to his chest…

"Oh no, you don't get to run away!"

… but Spider-Man had other plans for him- his web line catching the runner by the ankles and making him face plant the filthy muck-stained alley ground.

"Today just wasn't your lucky day." Spidey growled before throwing the last punch to knock that last guy out cold. But I would say they were pretty lucky- they avoided getting brutally murdered today. Because now that Spidey has them webbed up for the police to find, it would be far too suspicious if their souls got sucked out of them at this point.

Spider-Man turned to look at me, and I could help but notice that he was still wearing his old home-made suit. The same one that he had before Tony Stark came along in Captain America: Civil War to make him a new one. Just a blue onesie with a sleeveless red hoodie over it. The homemade goggles looked like they were makeshift welding goggles.

"Sorry, you had to see that, Nora…" he panted, "Are you okay?"

Well, it wasn't like I was in any danger at all. I had already reinforced this white and blue dress of mine with all the laughably overpowered toughness granted by the Skyrim skills [Smithing] and [Enchanting]. It had enough armour and magic resist that I may as well have been wearing Ebony platemail. And although it was still no match for Hevnokren's Dragonplate, I could still shrug off more damage than Iron Man could… I'd say that I was around the hulk's level of hardiness at the moment. So, no. I wasn't about to die in his arms and become part of Spider-Man's tragic backstory about how 'With great power comes great responsibility'. But it does look like I'm the designated one-sided love interest for Spidey in this universe.

"I'm sorry, but I don't recall meeting you before." my soft, feminine voice apologised, "How do you know my name?"

"I'm just your Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man, and uh… well, uh, a fruit vendor told me what your name was! But more importantly, what are you doing walking around alone in this part of the city?!"

"My family isn't the richest around…" My melodic, feminine voice deliberately muttered in a small voice- looking down to my feet. "...So I sometimes go around town and beg for money."

"But… isn't your dad a neurosurgeon?" He squawked in disbelief, and I only looked up at him with confusion to keep up the ruse that I didn't already know who he was or recognise him by his voice.

"How do you know so much about me, Spider-Man?"

"Uh… the fruit vendor told me a lot about you?" He tried, and I nodded- seemingly accepting the weak excuse.

"Father is a neurosurgeon, yes." My lips pursed in mild discomfort over the topic, "But his hands were injured and he's still recovering, so he's… in between jobs right now. I'm just trying to do my part in supporting him… I'm sorry."

"Jeezus, Nora. I'm sorry to hear about your dad's hands, but this isn't the midwest where you can just go around and not worry about getting…"

But he stopped himself. Looked away with a frustrated sigh before turning back towards me.

"Look, uh, I can't fault you for trying to help your dad out. But you have to be more careful." He reassured with a softer and more empathic tone of voice before stepping closer, "So I'll ask around town and see if there's still any job openin-"

"But I can't have a job. Someone has to be a homemaker!"

A complete lie, I'd rather not be stuck at home, but I did need time to train Doctor Strange and fulfil my end of the bargain to the Ancient One. I can't do that with a dayjob.

"Right, right. Traditional midwest values. That's cool, it's cool." Peter said with an appeasing nod, "We can work with that- just a part time job then. I promise that it will take approximately the same amount of time as your begging, but it'll be so much safer. Please, go home, take care of your dad; but hold off from begging for now, okay?"

"Alright…" I conceded before looking up at him, "And Spider-Man?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"I don't need any thanks for keeping you safe." he smoothly replied, "But… you're welcome anyway, Nora. If you need anything, jus- WATCH OUT!"

That guy he had kicked at the start of the fight shot his pistol at us, and Spider-Man was fast enough to web the gun to his face before he could fire more. Unfortunately, that also meant he got a shot off. And being the big hero that he was, Spider-Man took the bullet for me- catching it on the left-hand side of his chest. It must have been a huge calibre too, because he immediately stumbled to the ground.

I sighed.

He really didn't need to have done that. I was effectively bulletproof, but his flimsy home-made suit certainly wasn't judging by the blood that was spilling out of him.

"N-nora, c-cah-ll an ambulance!" He gasped- sounding like he was lacking air as he yanked his mask up to his nose to take big steady gulps of air. According to Hevnokren's memories, he has seen this kind of wound before. A 'sucking chest wound' it's called, and that's eventually going to lead to a collapsed lung shortly followed by shock, and finally followed by death.

"U-uh, N-nora?!"

But looking down at him, for some reason, his cheeks were flushed an atomic red. Whatever.

Welp, tough luck, Spidey! You're a pretty likeable guy, but you aren't really someone I can use to further my goals. But before I could walk off, a scrap of parchment soundlessly appeared right beside Peter's head. Not that he noticed since he was a bit too busy dying. But the message it bore was pretty to the point.

++ H ++

Dear Nora,

If Spider-Man dies (and possibly loses me 80 Company Credits in the process), I'll immediately go down there and make you my cum dump right next to his cooling corpse.

With Love,

Hevnokren

++ H ++

And just as it appeared, it disappeared right before my eyes.

Right… that's the Space Stone at work right there. Hevnokren was still tracking all the MCU waifus and husbandos on Earth. At least, the ones that he can detect. It only makes sense that he'd have that [Clairvoyance] spell monitor their status. I'd have preferred to have kept my abilities hidden from anyone but Doctor Strange and the Ancient One, but Hevnokren has forced my hand. And as much as I'd love to defy him rather than follow his orders (He could save Spider-Man himself after all), I don't have the power to face off against that dragon. Eventually? Yes, I will. But right now? Definitely not. And in saying that…

Fine, I'll save Spider-Man.

Kneeling down beside him, my left hand glowed a bright orange as the Skyrim spell [Telekinesis] flared to life.

"W-whahat the heghll?" he hyperventilated- his lung likely on the verge of collapsing right now.

"Please hold still and save your breath." I murmured as I tried to gather all the metal pieces inside him, "The bullet and its fragments need to be extracted before I can heal you."

And with a small gesture, the blood-covered pieces of the bullet floated out of him and I tossed them aside. Step number one done, next comes the actual healing. With a flex of my slender hand, the spell changed to that of [Heal Other]. Airy wisps of glowing white light swirled in my hand before I pressed onto his chest. Lung and muscle and skin visibly knitted themselves together, and soon enough, there was nothing left of the wound. Just a hole in his costume showing a small coin-sized patch of undamaged pale skin.

"Nora, I'm sorry that I-" He tried to apologise then blushed ruby red before looking away. "Uh, m-more importantly, what was that?"

"Magic. You must keep it a secret, Spider-Man." My feminine voice pleaded earnestly- making certain to convey it as best as I could through my eyes, "If people knew, they would make me use it more."

"Why not?" He asked, clearly puzzled, "What would be so bad about helping people?"

Because I don't want to spend all my time curing random civilians when they are going to die the moment 'World War: Dragon Ball Edition' arrives. But of course, I couldn't tell him that, so instead, I'll lean into that delicate, airheaded, pacifist healer-girl (aka Designated Healslut) reputation that I've cultivated for myself.

"Even to save a life, there is a terrible cost to be paid." I whispered quietly.

"What's the cost?" he whispered as well.

Nothing at all, but let's all pretend that it's something horrible.

"I am sorry… but I do not wish to say." I softly apologised.

"Then… if it's so bad then why did you use it on me?"

Because a space dragon was going to drop by and make me his sex slave if I didn't.

"You were willing to lay down your life for mine." I murmured- holding his hand in mine as I looked deeply into his eyes, "How could I possibly overlook something like that? Someone as selfless as you?"

"W-well, when you put it that way…"

"The debt that will inevitably come due. But I believe I made the right decision right now." I murmured- stepping away, "I'll return home, Spider-Man. Thank you again for your aid."

"Stay safe, Nora…You look amazing today." He muttered before blushing yet again. "I-I mean! Bye!"

Pulling his mask down, he made a running jump before swinging away in a hurry.

"Thank you?" I said to the empty air, entirely nonplussed as I watched Spidey swing away. Seriously, what is his problem? Is it because I held hands with him that's making him have lewd thoughts about me or something? Teenagers in the middle of puberty could get horny from anything, I swear.

(Meanwhile) [Over the rooftops]

Peter could still feel his face burning red.

He felt like a major pervert looking up her skirt like that, but in his defence, he just got shot in the chest and it wasn't his fault that he fell down next to her feet. And it said something about him when she practically magicked a bullet wound away and instead of focusing on that, here he was trying to burn the sight of her tights-clad thighs or the soft panty-covered mound that lay between them into his memory. That would have been a sight to die to though.

He hated it when drunk May was right: those white tights do look good on Nora. Yep, he was liking the colour white more and more nowadays thanks to her.

Deep philosophical questions brewed in his mind. Questions like 'Did the spider that bit him give him a leg fetish or did he always have one?' or 'Would the view really have been better without her tights on?' or 'Is it still inappropriate to fap to your crush if she accidentally flashes her panties at you?' And the last one made him realise that 'Peter Parker' was supposed to be home by now.

If Nora makes it home before him, knocks on his door and he's nowhere to be found, she might figure out that he's Spider-Man and he definitely wasn't ready for that. But thankfully, it was fairly far, and even if Nora took a cab, he'd still be the first to arrive home.

Slipping down into his favourite alley to change in, he texted the people he knew for a part-time job that would fit Nora. Maybe babysitting will do? She certainly had a kind temperament to her. And he would have loved to have had someone like her as his babysitter when he was younger. Having changed out of his Spider-Man costume and back into his jeans and t-shirt on the way home, he allowed himself a sigh of relief as he took the elevator up to his apartment. His Aunt May should still be out with her old college friends for a few more hours, so he had the entire apartment to himself.

But unfortunately, whatever date with Rosie Palms he had was put on hold when a knock on his front door echoed out. Likely the landlord again, May was a bit too drunk to remember to pay rent, he'd bet. Opening the front door, Peter found himself face-to-face with someone who definitely wasn't his landlord.

The eyepatch was the first thing that caught his eye, the black leather trench coat was the next, and the grim frown that said he was all business was the one that definitely clued him in that this was something serious.

"Peter Benjamin Parker?" The one-eyed man spoke like he wasn't asking a question.

"Yeah, who are you?" He replied with his steadiest voice. If this guy was bad news…

"I think you'd prefer it if this conversation that we're about to have was private."

"Alright, come in." Peter motioned to the living room. If this eyepatched guy wanted trouble, he'd be in a room with Spider-Man who had already been close to dying less than an hour ago. He was already past the point of fearing for his life, and it gave him the confidence to stare that man down as he passed by. The man seemed to notice that- glancing at him and nodding approvingly.

Strolling inside, the eyepatched man sat down on the living room's bigger armchair and relaxed back into the chair. A non-hostile gesture if Peter has ever seen one.

"The name's Nick Fury." the older man introduced himself- casually flashing a shiny badge, "Duly appointed Director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. Or simply S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't know what that is… are you like the FBI or the CIA?"

"FBI gone global." this 'Nick Fury' answered simply, "Originally, we were supposed to be an extra-governmental counter-terrorist agency established to maintain global and national security. But nowadays, we're finding ourselves to be the ones in charge of protecting the entirety of the human race from threats that would endanger our way of life… or end it permanently."

"That sounds cool and all, sir. But what does that have to do with me?"

"There is an idea called The Avengers Initiative. The idea is to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we need them to, to fight the battles that we never could."

Director Fury's lone eye looked straight in Peter's.

"The world needs Spider-Man on the Avengers Initiative, Mr. Parker."

Oh crap, did Fury know? No, wait. Scratch that, he knew. Thankfully, Peter had just the plan for this: Deny, deny, deny.

"Uh, I'm-"

"Don't." Fury interrupted him and sighed like he was dog tired of this, "Before you embarrass the both of us, let me give you some advice, kid. Anyone tailing Spider-Man for more than a few days would know that he always, always disappears either on the roof of this building or in the alleyways around it. From there, it was just a matter of crossing out names from the tenants lists of the apartments in this city block."

Well, Fury got him there. He had honestly tried to switch things up, but there were only so many ways that he could juggle school and Spider-Man stuff efficiently. But he guessed that if anyone would be able to figure it out, it would be a big government intelligence agency. He actually didn't have a plan for something like this scenario… He had always assumed that he could keep his identity a secret forever, and in hindsight, that may not have been a realistic expectation. And now that this day has come, a thousand worries came flooding to the forefront of his thoughts.

"So, how does this work?" He tried not to let the bone-deep panic seep into his voice, "Can I still go to school? Can we keep my identity a secret? I don't think I can handle everyone knowing that I'm Spider-Man! Am I working for the US government now? Sorta like James Bond but American? What does that even mean to be on the Avengers Initiative?!"

"I'll be straight with you." Director Fury stated- gravely serious, "We have a lot of lives riding on this. And I can say with no exaggeration that one day the whole world might be counting on you. I need you to look me in the eye, and answer me: Can you handle that sort of pressure, Spider-Man?"

And Peter already knew the answer. He'd known it for months now.

"Look, when you can do the things that I can, but you don't... and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you." He said in a steady voice- looking Fury straight in the eye, "Saving people's lives… it's just what Spider-Man does, sir."

And a ghost of a smile on the director's face broke through the stony facade.

"I think we'll work fine together. But for now, we'll keep things simple." Directory Fury nodded as he slid a smartphone across the table, "Carry this with you at all times. We hit this cellphone up, you come running or swinging to help us save some lives out there- or maybe a whole damn lot of them. Sound good to you, Spider-Man?"

Peter just nodded as he picked up the phone. It looked like your regular smartphone, but the way it was just slightly heavier told him that it was a lot tougher than it looked.

"As for the benefits… There's a lot of details to go through, but the gist of it is this: The US government will take very good care of you. I can definitely promise that you're not going to go hungry. And if education is your priority, then you should know that by working with us, you'll have a full scholarship in any university of your choice on the planet. And it goes without saying that we'll do our best to keep you and yours safe as well. Your secret identity included."

"That all actually sounds good." Peter admitted. Was this what it was like working for the government?

"Normally, this is the time I'd warn you that it's dangerous work." Fury informed him, "But I think you're no stranger to danger, especially with lives on the line. I think you'll be a good fit for the Avengers Initiative, Parker."

Well… that's actually a big confidence booster for him: Knowing that America would formally trust him to save innocent lives. But that last part? 'A good fit for the Avengers Initiative' does bring up a very important question.

"Who else is on the team?" he asked, and Fury smirked for the first time in their conversation.

"You'll find out in orientation, Parker." Fury evaded the question, "It'll be better for everyone if they don't form the wrong preconceptions about the other people in the team before meeting them. The 'friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man' included."

"But that's my brand, man. I mean, sir." Peter tried to protest- feeling like he shouldn't be underestimated just because he was focused on neighbourhood-level crime, but then realised that he had just demonstrated Fury's point. "Oh… I see what you mean."

Nick Fury nodded.

"We also noticed you sniffing around Ms. Johanna Schmidt." he said as an aside.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, is she one of yours?"

"No, she isn't. Not yet anyway." the SHIELD director stated,"But now that you're working with us, let me reassure you that we're already on it: Spider-Man doesn't have to worry about her anymore. Peter Parker, on the other hand, might have some midterm exams to pass, and since we're on the topic…"

Director Fury leaned forward- looking him straight in the eye. A dead serious expression on his face.

"Somehow, you seem to have a knack for finding persons of interest, Parker. You wouldn't happen to know about any object that does unexplainable things, or know any other person with… special skills that can help save the world, would you?"

Nora. Her name immediately came to mind… along with the sound of her voice begging him not to share her secret powers with anyone. But apparently, his hesitation spoke louder than any number of words, because the director's interest was roused by it.

"You have a name for me, son?" he asked expectantly.

"No, sir." he lied, but immediately regretted it.

"You can't lie for shit, can you?" Director Fury deadpanned, "Look… If you're worried that they'll be mistreated or misunderstood, then don't be. They'll be safer with SHIELD. With you, Parker. Whatever they need, we'll supply. It'll be a lot better than them being forced to take on risks to use their powers for lord-knows-what. We're here to help, just like you are."

And that made sense. That made a lot of sense to him. Nora was already putting herself in danger because her family was short on cash, and her magic came with a mysterious cost. What if the only reason Nora hasn't found a solution to her magic was because she was absolutely on her own? He wasn't in a position to help her directly, but someone somewhere out has to have the solution, right? And, maybe- just maybe- SHIELD knew someone like that. But can he really reveal her powers to Fury when Nora had begged him to keep it a secret?

Peter clenched his fists.

Yes, he can. For her own sake.

"She can… She can heal fatal wounds- like Archangel, sir."

"No shit? Tell me everything." Fury whispered. If it wasn't for his enhanced senses, Peter would not have noticed it: the minute widening of Fury's lone eye, the twitch in his hand, and the way his breath hitched only very slightly. This was huge for Director Fury. So, it was true what the news said: everyone was desperately looking for Ms. Archangel and her ability to cure wounds.

Peter could understand that- idly massaging the spot on his chest where he was shot.

"Her name is Nora Strange, sir. She lives right across the hall, and she's the gentlest girl I know…"

And Peter told Fury everything that he knew about her. How she was, what she did just less than an hour ago. Everything… but he did quietly leave out the part where he had been about to fap to her if Fury hadn't arrived.

No one ever needed to know about that.

[Elsewhere in the city]

With Spidey swinging around the city far from where I am, it was the perfect time to 'beg' the local drug lord for some money, and by that, I mean- flay him alive for the stress relief before relieving him of all of his money and his soul.

The drug den was settled in a large, but ragged duplex just as the baseball bat guy I interrogated the other day said. Three-stories tall with its red brick walls stained black with grime and half of its windows were boarded up. Out in the front, a rusted wrought iron gate closed off the overgrown and a small weed-ridden garden. It also had no rear exit- the building's backside pressed against another building. Six sedans and SUVs were parked outside with their polished rims and custom paint jobs. A sure sign that there seemed to be a gathering tonight, and that whoever owned them had money to burn. An almost perfect scenario: The cash and the souls were all gathered in one place, and they had nowhere to run.

Funnily enough, there weren't any CCTV cameras on the street. Which means that I can just walk right through the front door for this one.

So, I did.

Casting an extra [Shield] and [Resist Fire] on myself just in case they had any explosives, I strolled across the empty street- all the while unwrapping the Mace of Molag Bal from its enchanted white sheath of [Invisibility].

Reaching the front door, I gave it a swift kick that broke the locks on it and let it swing wide open.

Just inside, the doorman guarding the entrance- sporting his jeans and hoodie- just had a split second to appreciate the bloodthirsty grin on this blonde little girl's face before the heavy black metal of my mace descending from on high to crumple his forehead straight to the back of his head- copious gray matter splattering across the peeling, moth-eaten wallpaper.

Alright, time to start working my way through my 'shopping' list.

First things first. As quickly as I could, I pressed a golden cufflink to his chest, and used his departing soul for my enchanting. After all, it takes a minute or two for them to walk towards the light and be welcomed into whatever afterlife they get. Two minutes, that was the time window I had. Which was often plenty of time when I had all the Enchanting skills of Hevnokren.

With a complex weave of magic, the doorman's soul was shredded, ground, reformed then finally expended to enchant the cufflink with [Greater Ward], [Absorb Magic] and [Resist Magic]. My designated anti-magic cufflink. Because I wasn't about to let either the Ancient One or Hevnokren have the upperhand with sheer magical might. As much as I'd like to not be reliant on my gear to carry me through encounters, it will take some time before I can do without the equipment and just have those effects constantly on me.

Also, it seemed the scuffle didn't go unheard. Lured in by the sound of the door breaking, two more lookouts turned the corner with their already pistols out.

"Wh- Gluggh!"

But whatever he was about to say was lost, because while he had spent his time talking rather than shooting- I had already been dashing forward before he even started the first syllable, and now he had a razor-sharp icicle as thick as his arm suddenly piercing through his eye socket.

His companion caught my mace with his lightly-clothed abdomen- caving it in right down to the spine and pulping the majority of his organs there. Both crumpled lifelessly to the floor, and I promptly stepped onto them like they were doormats- using their souls to fuel the enchantments for my shoes. The Morrowind enchantment [Sanctuary] that allows easier dodging of attacks, the Oblivion enchantment [Fortify Skilll: Acrobatics] for leaping over buildings and parkour BS, and finally, a custom MCU enchantment [Self-cleaning] so that dirt and blood just slide off me in general.

"Thank you, Hevnokren, for the memories on how to cram as many enchantments as I want."

A quick glance with [Detect Life] made the remaining lowlifes' outlines visible through the walls, and told me that there were about twenty more souls in the duplex. Most of them upstairs and oblivious to the carnage that was I was leaving here down on the ground floor. Judging by the way that their outlines were gyrating and humping, I'd say that they were having a party upstairs with strippers and hookers. And just in time, four of them descended the stairs with their bottles of liquor still in hand.

"Ey, lemme show y'all busters what a real tuner looks like, my ride's a fucking beast under the hood."

Sluggish from the alcohol, the four of them barely were able to notice it when they were met with a glowing green bolt of magical energy rocketing towards them. The spell exploded in a sickly green light, and they immediately went stone stiff.

[Orb of Paralysis]. A custom spell that paralyzed any living being caught in the blast like they were suddenly mannequins at a clothing shop. The Area-of-Effect was small, but anyone without considerable magic resist was going to be stuck in their own unmoving bodies for a few hours. And these four victims apparently forgot to put on their [Resist Magic] bling today.

Unable to move their muscles to maintain balance, all four of them stiffly tipped over and landed their foreheads on the sharp edges of the stair steps- their stiff bodies sliding down the now bloody stairs.

Alright, time to use all four souls to enchant one of my more specialised items. According to Hevnokren's more useful memories, the more souls I used on a single item, the stronger the enchantments were. Of course, there were diminishing returns for each additional soul used as Hevnokren had initially discovered, but that didn't stop him from using thousands of souls in a single enchantment of his Hevnokrenite scales. The last memory he had of that, he was trying to search for ways to bypass the diminishing returns using his Dragon Towers.

One by one, I pressed the bracelet to the dying, and one by one, their souls were sucked dry as it was used to enchant it to form…

My Speed Bracelet: Enchanted with the Oblivion spell [Fortify Attribute: Speed] to permit levels of 'Gotta go fast!' that will be hilarious, the Skyrim enchantment [Stamina Regen] to compensate for my new speed, the Oblivion spell [Feather] to make me as light as one while still hitting as hard as I can. All in all, it was the bracelet I needed when I wanted to spit on Newton's 2nd Law of Motion among other things. Hevnokren was weak to speedsters after all.

Clasping it on, the [Feather] Enchantment did its thing, and made me feel as light as a feather. A little test hop sent me much higher than normal. Yes… this will work nicely.

Now for the most fun part of every enchanting session: Actually testing my new gear in combat.

Leaving behind the soulless corpses, I climbed the stairs and peered into the spacious living room where the party was being held. I had been expecting something more dour and serious out of drug dealers, but I suppose even they need time to decompress and spend their ill-gotten gains. Just like me. The bass boomed, the LED neon lights blared, the women twerked, the men hollered and they were all ready to be slaughtered for their useful souls. All I needed to do now was break open their fleshy packaging to get to them.

Wood cracked underneath my feet like a thunderclap as I burst into action- surging into the room like a greater demon of violence. The Mace of Molag Bal in all its horrid glory of blackened metal and stained blood seemed to sing as I swung it through the air at the vastly increased speeds. And there was something you had to know about using a mace with superhuman levels of strength. It was like striking a bar of butter using a lead pipe.

It won't cut cleanly, but it will splatter spectacularly.

A man was fucking a waspishly thin whore against the wall in plain sight- her insect-thin limbs wrapping around him as he thrusted away. The Mace of Molag Bal crashed against his back and crushed them both together- splatter their innards all across the wall they were fucking against.

A stripper backing her fat ass against a clearly high guy on the couch. An overhead swing right down the centre of her back made her steaming innards burst from her bulbous belly while the man promptly found the spiked pommel of my mace jabbed straight through his forehead.

Three men chatting around a table with some chinese takeout. I managed to kill three of them in one broad baseball-like swing of my mace. The table splintered from the force of their bodies being caught by my mace, and it was to the sound of that table cracking that they finally started to react.

"What the fu-"

One guy looked at me with widening eyes as he scrambled to pull out his from the front of his pants. I smiled brilliantly at him as I helped him out- reaching out to squeeze the trigger… while the pistol was still pointed at his crotch. And that loud gunshot that mulched his manhood served as the last wake up call for the rest of them. Too little, too late, I'd say. I had already killed half their number already.

Four guys piled in from one of the side rooms, their pistols already raised at the ready and pointed at me. But I still hadn't stopped moving.

Dodging bullets was currently beyond even my increased speed. But what I can do is move faster than they can aim their guns. After all, I won't have to dodge bullets if they were still aimed elsewhere. And that's what I did: their shots perforating the places behind me as I used my new Speed Bracelet to run up along the walls, onto the ceiling, back to the floor and onto the ceiling again until finally, after a scant second or two… I was within arm's reach of them.

A brutal swing of my mace hit the first man on the ribs just underneath his right armpit. His ribs immediately caved in under the incredible impact. Skin tore, bones shattered, organs pulped, and my mace still had enough momentum to catch the man next to him right on the temple to pop it open like bloody fireworks.

"Oh Sh-!"

Another swing, caught the next one by the neck- actually decapitating him with the force of the blow. By then, I was face to face with the last man as he squeezed the trigger in panic and missed wide. And my response? An upward swing like I was playing golf. My mace found its mark and struck the last man right between the legs with such force that he burst open at the belly like a pinata- steaming organs bursting out like candy.

Using [Detect Life], the last four souls were behind what seemed to be a study. The head honcho was sitting in what must be a study. And in the other room, three strippers were passed out in bed. But I didn't trust that this couldn't be an ambush.

"Laas!" I Shouted the [Aura Whisper] Shout- just in case that there were any spirits or undead or magical automata nearby that [Detect Life] couldn't detect…

…And nothing of the sort was in the building. But it was better to be slightly paranoid than dead.

With the head of this operation apparently too high or too drunk in his study to care that I had just slaughtered all his men, I decided to stop here for the moment to use all twelve souls so far to enchant my most important item. Mindful of the 2-minute time limit, I quickly heaped my victim's corpses in one pile, and fished out a graceful golden necklace from my pocket. One that I had crafted out of the melted down bling from my previous victims.

My Escape Necklace: Enchanted with the Morrowind Spell [Recall], it teleported me to wherever destination I mark the moment I lose consciousness. This was also on top of the other enchantments: the [Resist Magic] that made me more resistant to magical effects, the Oblivion Spell [Shield] that reduced all physical damage I'd take by a flat amount, and a minor [Health/Stamina/Mana Regen] enchantment too. If I had to fight absolutely naked barring just one item, this would be the item that I'd take.

I took a moment to admire my newly enchanted necklace before I slipped it on. I'll have to establish a safehouse somewhere that I can mark as the [Recall] destination, but it'll be my safety net just in case I'm surprised and outmatched.

Alright, the souls are pretty much handled barring the boss and his three whores. Now, my priority was my goddamn money. I casually pushed straight through the locked door- tearing the lock straight out of the frame as if the door was made of tissue. The study itself was pretty lived in. A LazyBoy armchair, a 60-inch widescreen, a chiller full of beer, some weights in the corner.

Sitting behind a fine wood desk was the boss himself, completely unimpressive too. He looked less of a 'drug-lord' and more of a 'drug-shift manager.' A bulky dark-skinned fellow with a goatee who tensed in his baggy green hoodie as he caught sight of me. His dark eyes staring at my gore-covered mace that still dripped with his henchmen's bits and pieces.

But what was on the desk in front of him was far more interesting: dozens of rolls of cash that looked to be $10,000 each. A 'Grip' I believe it was colloquially called in urban slang just from how thick the wad of cash was. Just a bit less than half a million dollars was on that desk. Nice, that much will support me and Doctor Strange for long enough for him to 'recover' from his injuries without suspicion. And that was when I noticed that their little dime-bags of drugs actually had a logo on it: A stylised red snake on a white background. It was a sight that i recognised from the Daredevil TV series…

"Yeah, you recognise that, don't you, Goldilocks?" the druglord nodded knowingly, "Steel Serpent heroin. You fucked up and messed wit the wrong people. It don't matter how fast you run or where you hide cuz they gon' find you anyway."

I knew precisely just who these 'people' were, and I wasn't impressed.

In the Daredevil show, the main bad guys were this organisation called 'The Hand.' Basically a drug-dealing ninja clan that had a secret recipe for a potion that conferred long life and could revive the recently dead. They also had their chemists grind up bones from actual dragons and use the resulting powder as a potency-increasing additive to their heroin for maximum profit. Just a circus of highly trained regular humans- nothing that could pose much of a threat against me.

I really didn't have time for that. For this. Especially since I have a mystical training session with 'Father dearest' in a few hours. Picking up a duffel bag just laying around, I tossed it over to him, and gestured to the dozens of rolled up bills on his fine wood desk.

"Money goes into the bag." I casually flicked a clump of brain matter off my mace, "I'm not going to ask twice."

"You don't have to do this, Goldilocks." Mr. Middle Management appealed even as he did as instructed and started loading up the bag with the cash, "Look… it's money you want, right? Work for me. We could use someone like you on our crew. Those punk ass bitches that you just iced? Water under the bridge, girl. We can get new partners, new help. You're stronger and faster than you look, I'll give you that. Those fellas upstairs calling the shots? They're gonna be real interested with keeping on your good side and they'll make you rich for it. Rich enough that this much right here? Is gonna look like couch change. Just think about it."

I really wasn't interested in working for someone.

"I'll take that as my 'thinking about it' fee." I gestured to the bag. And unfortunately for him, he still had his soul which was very useful for me too. Fishing out an unenchanted ring from my pocket, I took a moment to consider which spell I should use to leave the goriest and most amusing mess…

It was then that I saw something interesting with my [Detect Life]: Someone was parkouring across the rooftops in my direction. Not swinging though, so it wasn't Spidey. Was someone from the Hand already responding? I hope I was that lucky, I could use an extra soul for enchanting purposes.

The drug lord just looked at me strangely.

"Uh… you hearin' someone else, Goldilocks? Cuz I ain't hearing shit."

"I didn't tell you to stop." I pointedly spoke back as I kept track of the mystery person as they eventually arrived on the rooftop of this building- deftly climbing down the front face of the duplex and finally jumping through the window and into the corpse-filled living room behind me.

"Aw shit." The drug lord swore as he recognised the newcomer casually walking up to us, "It's the bitch in red."

Elektra Natchios. Meticulously trained by another ninja clan, she wielded her twin sai daggers with formidable skill. Elektra was also notorious in how passionate, impulsive, sexually confident and free-spirited she was… which made her all the more dangerous when paired with how she was part of the 'Violence is the solution. If it doesn't work, use more violence' club (of which I plan to be president of). She was also Daredevil's on-and-off love interest. And it said something about her when she was so smoking hot that even a blind superhero was tempted by her.

Flawless tanned skin, lush raven black hair that bounced past her shoulders, full womanly figure, and a costume that wasn't afraid to… show it off. A red do-rag for her hair, a red tight top that told everyone that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and a fluttery loincloth that left her long, toned legs bare apart from her red calf-wraps and sandals.

"Blinding work you did here." She complimented me with a sultry smile, "And I see you're after just the money. That's acceptable. Well, if you don't mind, I'll take that man off your hands now- I have some… questions to ask him."

"Goldilocks, you gotta help me!"

"Just keep packing the money." I growled- still staring down Elektra. The questions that she wanted to ask were likely about the Hand- which she was aligned against. But more importantly… she was getting on my nerves. Now, I can tolerate many things, but dropping in after the fight was already over and trying to steal my kill was not one of them. But I was feeling generous, so I actually gave her a warning.

"You have one chance to walk away."

"Don't think I won't kill a dumb teenager like you." Elektra warned me as she slipped into a fighting stance- her twin sai twirling in her expert hands before giving an amused smirk, "So step aside, sweetie. Let the grown ups talk."

Resisting the urge to just kill her and be done with it, I reminded myself that Earth was Hevnokren's waifu storage planet, so I can't kill named waifus. He made that clear with Spider-Man. But she can nurse a wounded pride.

"You're talking a lot of trash for someone in mace distance, you middle-aged ninja."

And at the mention of her age, Elektra briefly looked annoyed.

"Just because you can brain a few thugs with that club of yours doesn't mean you're a good fighter." she quipped, "It's actually adorable how you hold yourself like you're some master of battle."

It was just Hevnokren's muscle memory that was doing that. I didn't particularly care either. His memories may have been wrecking my sense of identity, but not to the point where I mistook myself for him. Oh well, I'll have that identity crisis one day (read: never). However, I wasn't him. I was fully aware that I'm Nora and not Hevnokren: I knew how to work my strengths and weaknesses. I was not a seven-foot-tall Dovahkhiin encased in indestructible metal, but instead just a fragile little girl hiding behind enchantments and various buffs- something that I'll have to cure soon with some permanent effect Potions. What I lacked in tankiness, I was going to make up for it with immense magical might.

"Let's play, Goldilocks." Elektra mocked, and I grinned sadistically at her choice of words.

"I don't play by your rules, weakling." I said, "You play by mine."

An Oblivion spell [Absorb Attribute: Agility] shot out of my free hand towards her. Granted, Elektra was able to handily side-step the first bolt, she was not however ready for the next five in rapid succession. One bolt clipped her by the leg, and whatever ninja moves she had disappeared as she unceremoniously fell flat on her face. Losing most muscle control and balance could do that to a person. And this is why Magic Resist was important. Skill and dexterity based ninjas shouldn't face high level mages head on- especially ones that can debuff your stats to zero.

"How anticlimactic, but not unexpected." I snorted- watching her squirm confusedly on the ground like a maggot was amusing.

"What did you do to me?!" Elektra demanded as she struggled to just stand up without falling back down only to fail every time like a complete klutz coated in butter and lube.

"Motor-Nerve Scrambling Emitter in my sleeve." I lied. No reason to let her know it was magic. "It'll last for about an hour. Enjoy having four left feet, all from people suffering from vertigo."

And that's when I noticed something about her.

Was she… not wearing panties under that red loincloth? And as she once again fell back onto the floor, her red loincloth swept aside long enough to confirm that: Yes, that was indeed her tight slit fully exposed with just a flimsy loincloth covering it, and even then just barely. Well, whatever helps you win fights, I suppose. It's easier to stab someone when they're too busy staring at your bare pussy after all. Personally, I was not a fan of shedding that much dignity for power. Because if I was, I would be sucking and fucking Hevnokren to be his most favoured waifu right now instead of looking for ways to kill him. And speaking of the grand doucebag, good luck with Hevnokren when he finds out about your wardrobe choices, Elektra.

"Here." The drug-lord smiled as he handed over the bag filled with cash. "You earned it for saving my as-"

"Thanks." I smiled as my mace found the side of his head- embedding the black metal so deeply that even after he had gone limp, I was still holding him up by my mace. Using his soul, I enchanted the olive green duffel bag with [Invisibility] and [Resist Fire] before hefting the now invisible bag onto my back. Ugh, I needed a better way to hide stuff, but for now… the weight of the half million dollars was a reassuring feeling.

"No! You killed him!" Elektra cried out from the floor, still struggling with her terminal lack of agility. "Do you know how far you've just set me back?! You're working for the Hand, aren't you?!"

I rolled my eyes.

"I don't particularly care about your quarrel with The Hand."

I could have given him to her for interrogation, but I needed the souls to fuel my enchantments. Strolling over the other room, I swiftly brained the three nameless prostitutes who were sleeping on the bed, and heaped them on top of each other. Pressing a simple silver chain necklace to the corpse pile, I enchanted it with something special, because this one is for Doctor Strange to wear.

The Companion Necklace: Enchanted with a custom spell [Companion Tracker] that would psychically inform me of the wearer's location and status. Also the Morrowind spell [Recall] which I can activate at a distance, and even a remotely toggleable [Health/Stamina/Mana Regen] for when he gets into some desperate fights.

This essentially means that I'll have my own [Summon Doctor Strange] 'spell'. The magical version of 'I'm going to call my dad on you!' He should still currently be around the city, trash-talking all of his colleagues who didn't think he'd ever recover before dabbing away in his Lamborghini that he had gotten repaired. I'm sure he'll appreciate this functional and expensive gift. I can't let my meal ticket die on me after all.

Stuffing the Companion necklace into the duffel bag, I wrapped the Mace of Molag Bal back into its own invisible sheath and walked back to Elektra wondering if she's any less angry now.

"I'm going to kill you for this!" She kept threatening and stumbling. "You're dead, Goldilocks! Dead!"

Definitely still angry, it seems; but I hope that name doesn't stick. Well, she certainly could talk big, but didn't have the strength nor the skill to back it up. And I grinned down at her as I watched her struggle a bit more. Then the mood struck me, and I grinned sadistically. Let's see how much mouthy she'll be after I push this clumsy, exhibitionist assassin slut onto her back and fuck her insensa-

But then, I suddenly remembered something important about that and I patted my crotch to check.

Oh, right. I don't have a penis…

… My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.

I guess I'll just go home now.

[Brooklyn] (Half an hour later)

I arrived at my apartment to see Peter just lounging outside of his and wearing some comfy shorts and a tee-shirt. Thankfully, I had nothing to be worried about him spotting blood on me, because of that auto-cleaning enchantment. A worthy investment that one was.

"Hey, Nora. Glad that you came home safe." he greeted with an innocent smile like he hadn't interrupted my little alleyway massacre just an hour earlier.

Thanks to the [Invisibility] enchantments on both the duffel bag and the wrappings for my mace, he didn't suspect anything either.

"It's good to see you too, Peter." I smiled back- slipping back into that 'Sweet, nurturing girl-next-door' persona. "Also, Spider-Man was the one who made certain that I got home safe."

"Ah, he did? He's pretty friendly, isn't he? What do you think of him?"

"He's a selfless soul who looks out for people." I replied with a soft smile, "But… It must be hard helping so many people, so I only wish I could ensure that someone is also looking out for him too."

"That's… really kind of you to say, Nora." Peter whispered before taking a deep breath and looking me straight in the eye.

"Uh, listen." He said with a touch of nervous hesitation, "There's someone inside who wants to talk to you."

I glanced at the door to his apartment. A major failing of the [Detect Life] spell is that it only displays rough outlines of people. I can see one adult-sized outline in there. A bit too broad shoulders to be a woman, so I wasn't too sure who it could be.

"Sure, Peter." I smiled at him, "Let me just wash up."

And by that I mean, drop off my loot of half a million dollars in my secure trunk. Walking into my own apartment, I marked my room for my [Recall] enchantment too. If I ever go unconscious, this is where I'll end up. And after double-checking the locks on my trunk, I began casting my self-buffs: [Greater Fortify Mana] for increased options, [Dragonhide] to reduce physical damage by 80%~, [Fortify Skill: Speechcraft] just in case I needed to talk my way out of things.

Whoever that masculine outline in Spidey's apartment wasn't going to find me easy prey. Exiting my apartment, I aimed an encouraging smile at the still-nervous Peter Parker.

"Alright, lead the way." I told him gently.

"Right, he's just in my apartment."

There was a sizable list of people who I suspected to be in that apartment: the landlord already looking for next month's rent, someone from the Hand looking for payback, an acquaintance of Doctor Strange who wanted to talk with his 'daughter' privately… it could have been many things, so imagine my surprise when we walked through the door and was greeted by the sight of Nick Fury instead. Just lounging on an armchair looking comfy in his all-black outfit and sipping on a glass of iced tea.

"Ms. Nora Strange, I'm Nick Fury." The more handsome version of Samuel L. Jackson introduced himself. "Director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. Or just S.H.I.E.L.D."

"It's nice meeting you, Mr. Fury, but… " I greeted- appearing cordial but slightly confused. "...What does the US government want with me?"

But it was easy to figure out why Fury was really here. Peter must have spilled the beans on me like he was hiding cans of the stuff in his pockets. And now, I was going to be given the 'choice' of joining the Avengers Initiative, because of course SHIELD would want every superhuman on their team for the upcoming global Free-For-All. My [Restoration] magic will be invaluable to SHIELD since Lucifina was still in hiding. Yes, it certainly was hilarious knowing that the entire world was going to kill each other over seven metal balls that might not even do as advertised; but still, being caught up in Hevnokren's live-action roleplay of Dragon Ball Z was the absolute last thing I wanted.

"We're here to help." Fury reassured me. "With… whatever help you apparently need."

I should have just laid low, I realised now. In hindsight, I may have taken too many risks and sacrificed the long-term to achieve immediate security. But what else was I to do when Doctor Strange couldn't bring home the bread, and I was too vulnerable without proper equipment? At least now, Money was no longer in short supply, and I had enough equipment to put up a vastly better fight against Hevnokren than the one we had on Sakaar.

Still… I loathe this situation I've found myself in. I loathe being so weak that I'm forced to play by the rules of others.

I wanted to just grab Doctor Strange and whisk us both away to someplace remote like Alaska. But I knew that- with his current temperament- he was going to be immensely bratty about it, and that would endanger his odds of becoming Sorcerer Supreme one day. This increasingly-troublesome bargain with the Ancient One would be moot then, and this was still the fastest and most effective way to gaining enough power to fight Hevnokren. I can't let that go to waste. So, I'll play along with Hevnokren's Dragon Ball plan. For now.

My eyes widened to pretend like I'm having a dawning realisation.

"Spider-Man told you about my magic, didn't he?" I murmured with a saddened and betrayed voice just to make Peter feel guilty. I glanced at him, and our eyes met, "Yes… I can do magic, Peter. It was supposed to be my biggest secret, but I suppose I should have trusted you with it instead of Spider-Man… I thought he'd keep my secret at least…"

At those words, Peter winced and looked away guilty- shifting in his seat with a deeply apologetic look that I pretended not to notice. And he damn well should feel guilty! It hasn't even been two hours since I asked him not to tell anyone of my magical ability, and he already blabbed it directly to Nick Fury. It's not that hard to just stay silent, Spidey. Learn to hold onto a secret for a month or at least a week!

"Spider-Man only told me because he was deeply worried for you." the one-eyed director came to Spidey's defence. "He wanted to help, but didn't know how. So he came forward with it… and we're hoping that we can do what he can't and help you out."

"And in return, you want my [Restoration] magic…" My feminine voice stated in a tiny whisper.

"It would help a lot of other people." He whispered back.

Alright, time to pour every ounce of acting skill gleaned from Hevnokren's [Performance Talent] and [Communication Talent]. With luck, the [Fortify Skill: Speechcraft] will do its thing, because I'm about to try and feed Nick Fury of all people- the biggest pile of bull that I can pull out of my rear.

"And I would give it to you." I answered with a bitter and frustrated sigh as if I was close to tears, "I would give it freely to all if I could. I would want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life lessening the suffering of people around the world, I really do. But…"

I really- unequivocally- did not. But massive lies are massive lies.

"But there's a cost." Fury finished for me, looking at me sympathetically, and I nodded in response.

"All magic does, mine is simply more expensive than most."

"Then tell us." Fury insisted, "We can't help you if you don't tell us what the cost is."

"My magic… it is a corruptive influence." I fearfully whispered, "It twists the mind towards great evil. Like black tar poured on the mind, it is exceedingly difficult to remove, and if I use it too much and too often, I'll… lose myself. Consumed by blind wrath and fathomless cruelty…"

But personally, I think it's a great excuse! I can 'lose control' of myself a few times and blame it all on my 'corruptive magic.' I can go ham and break everyone's legs, and no one will be able to blame me for it because I was the 'victim.' Yes, give me your pity, for I am the gentle girl unwillingly cursed with a dark side.

"I never want to be like that ever again." I spoke in a tiny, fearful whisper.

"Oh Nora…" Peter muttered sadly and looked at me with pitying eyes. Meanwhile, Fury just stared at me with his lone eye- likely weighing the pros and cons of recruiting me. Hopefully, the 'I lose control and become a murder-machine' was enough of a dealbreaker for Nick to decide against recruiting me. That way, I can keep training Doctor Strange in the Mystic Arts uninterrupted.

"Ms. Strange-"

'Nora' is alright, Director Fury."

"Nora…" He said my name calmly- looking me straight in the eye and speaking carefully, "We'll get you whatever you need to keep it under wraps. I understand your hesitation, but the entire world is hanging in the balance. We need the help of your magic…"

And I held back a sigh of disappointment. I suppose it shouldn't be too surprising that he'd still want recruit me. After all, he was willing to make the Hulk his head of research in The Avengers. And just like Hulk, I was plenty sure that Nick Fury wasn't about to let me say no, and being hounded by SHIELD would be more distracting than joining right away.

"Y-you're not scared of me?" I blinked- feigning my surprise, and Nick Fury just gave a brief chuckle like I had told an amusing joke.

"Girl, I have a lot of reasons to be scared for the world right now, but you ain't one of them." He told me. "Besides, the world doesn't have to fear people like you… if you just give us a chance to see you do the right thing."

I took a deep breath like I was gathering my courage.

"Very well. I'll do it…" I nodded with determination, "My magic is yours to command, Director Fury."

We shook hands, and Fury smiled.

"Welcome to the Avengers, Nora."

Oh, this is going to end so well.

Because if Hevnokren's plans are still what they are, then the primary enemy will still be Thanos, his chitauri army but also the Kree Empire as well. And this time, there won't be six Infinity Stones for Tony Stark to snap his fingers and win the day.

Hell no.

Instead, Earth was tumbling towards a desperate war of attrition against several numerically and technologically superior alien races. Particularly the Kree Empire who still had one or two thousand worlds despite Klee wiping off several off the star charts. This sad little blue and green marble will soon be facing down invading armies numbering in the billions… life was still cheap in this universe, and Earth seemed to be the only one who didn't have billions of spare bodies to throw into the meat grinder of war. And all of these signs just pointed out how Earth was rapidly approaching a grimdark scenario akin to popular titles like Halo, or Gears of War or Warhammer 40k. The horrendous sacrifices required to preserve humanity in a universe churning in endless, unrelenting war…

… well, with luck, I won't be here when that happens.

"You got something to say to your friend, Parker?" Fury glanced at Peter- subtly gesturing at me. I held back a scoff- likely to reveal his secret identity to me. Spidey was likely already recruited into the Avengers before I was. So, I just tilted my head in askance.

"Yes, Peter?" I asked him- pretending not to know what this was about.

"Nora, I…" Peter stammered- fidgeting on the couch. "I found a part-time job for you! Spider-Man mentioned that you were looking for one."

The fake smile that he wore on his face was almost as unconvincing as his lie, and in the corner of my eye, Fury just massaged his temple in exasperation. And honestly, I was tempted to do the same: Spidey is a terrible liar.

"Kid…" Fury sighed, "You got to tell her-"

"-the address for the babysitting job, right!" Peter interrupted by pressing a slip of paper to my hand, "Here you go, Nora. Sorry, but I gotta run now! Bye!"

And with that, he power-jogged out of his own apartment.

"Parker!" Fury called out, but by then, Spidey had already slammed the door shut behind him… leaving Nick Fury and me in the apartment. The eye-patched director of SHIELD just sighed, "He's lucky that this isn't urgent or I'd tell you myself."

"Thank you for being considerate of Peter's feelings, Director Fury." I feigned gratitude, "But I don't mind waiting until he's ready to tell me… whatever it is that he wants to tell me."

And Fury just looked at me incredulously.

"Girl, you are just too nice sometimes."

"I was raised to believe in the good that all people have. And I always will." I explained with all the charming smile of a girl too pure for this world, "So, if there is nothing else, Director Fury, I will check in with this babysitting job as soon as I can. I wouldn't want Peter's and Spider-Man's efforts to go to waste because someone else applied first."

But mostly because I wanted to get as far away as I can from you and your propensity for asking questions that I'd rather not answer. This babysitting job is just a convenient excuse for that.

"Before you go. Here." Fury handed a smartphone to me. "We'll call if we need you. Try to be free tomorrow, we got a long day ahead of us. And if anyone asks, I was never here, and we never had this discussion."

"Thank you, Director." I smiled as I accepted the smartphone, and left the apartment as well.

(A few minutes later) [Manhattan, New York City]

I stood in front of the door to a luxuriously expensive loft in Manhattan.

A babysitting job.

I wouldn't actually take it. But just in case there was a SHIELD agent that was tailing me, I actually followed through and went to the address. My plan was simple enough: I go here, talk with the prospective employer for a a while, then promptly decline the job for one petty reason or another. Right after, I'll go shopping for some actual food and home appliances to make the apartment less of a boring dump. Maybe start with a 70-inch plasma screen TV.

Double-checking the slip of paper that Spidey hurriedly gave to me, I pondered over the note written underneath the address.

'Ask for Ms. Schmidt.'

And for a second, I thought he had been referring to Johanna Schmidt- Hevnokren's Head of R&D in regards to the Infinity Stones. I only possessed Hevnokren's memories up to the part where he distributed the Dragon Balls, but I knew that there's no way that Hevnokren would allow a waifu that important to be here on earth. Johanna was likely still back on Sakaar- where Hevnokren was no doubt having her design ships, shipyards and fearsome new technologies for their galaxy-spanning war in the Andromeda Galaxy. It's what I would have done.

But as the door opened, it was once again evident to me that just because I had his memories, doesn't mean that I was Hevnokren.

"Is there a reason you are knocking on our door?" a beautiful blonde in a black leather trench coat curtly greeted me. A very recognisable blonde.

…

Johanna was here.

"My mistake, I think I have the wrong door." I smiled as I was about to do an about face, and get the hell out of here. But unfortunately, I wasn't that lucky.

"No, I think you have the right door." A deep voice like crumbling rocks corrected, and I stiffened as Hevnokren himself walked into view- clad in a grey suit, and wearing a sadistic smile that said that he had plans for me. I was NOT ready to fight him, and I was certain that if I were to attempt that now, it would only end with me sharing the same fate as Aether and Rudeus. Almost as if cemented to the floor, I stood perfectly still as he walked up to me- his large and powerful form towering over me. Putting all my acting skills to the forefront, I gave a beatific smile that was expected from a 'kind and compassionate girl' like me.

"I'm Nora Strange, sir." I introduced myself with a gentle smile as Hevnokren stared me down.

"Good afternoon, Nora. I'm Hev Armstrong. But call me 'Hev.'" he played along with an amiable smile, "Peter told me all about you. I understand that you applied to be my maid."

"She did?" Johanna clarified with a raised blonde brow- her clear blue eyes looking at me with interest, "A regular maid would be preferable to the hired help. How good is your cooking, girl?"

No. Nonononono. I know what Hevnokren wants, and I'm definitely not about to spend hours at a time in a frilly maid outfit while Hevnokren ogles me. It would be so much better if I was just a babysitter to who I presume to be Klee.

"I actually applied to be a babysi-"

"Maid." He corrected me with a tone of voice that said immense violence was always on the table if I said no.

"... my mistake, sir." I gave a brilliant, fake smile to mask the growing sense of dread in my belly. "Yes, I wished to work for you as your maid."

"Wonderful. I'll have a uniform ready for you and you can start tomorrow!" Hevnokren clapped in delight before placing a hand on my back, "But come in, come in! Let's iron out the details."

There was no way I could say no without Hevnokren starting a fight that I knew I wouldn't be able to win or escape. Even if I manage to kill Johanna, that would only last for three days before she inevitably respawned. I, on the other hand, was going to be Hevnokren's sex slave for all eternity. There was no other option for me right now apart from grit my teeth and get this over with. And so, as Hevnokren led me to the table, I realised just who to blame for this: Spider-Man. First, he brought Nick Fury to my apartment and signed me up to be an Avengers. Now, he has brought me to my sworn enemy's apartment and signed me up to be his maid. I don't usually swear, but…

Thanks for the help, Peter Parker, you clueless fucking tool. I hope someone beats the fuck out of you tonight.

- Chapter 24: Spider-Man halps his Damsel-in-Distress End -

Vacation Side-story Chapter: Arifureta on Wednesday

This one is pretty important for a side-story. Essentially a dry run on Hev travelling to other worlds.

I encourage reading and reviewing it because it'll let me know what entertains you all, so that I can write just that: Entertaining chapters.

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Extra scene: The one thing that beats the fuck out of Peter Parker

[Peter Parker's bedroom]

= P =

Peter Parker was feeling a bit nervous.

It was the first time he'd ever had a girl over in his bedroom, it was also just the two of them at the moment, and most of all, it was Nora of all people.

"You wanted to tell me something, Peter?" She asked as she sat on his desk chair right across him -still wearing her usual blue-trimmed white and gold dress. Her steel-blue eyes were looking at him with mild concern- probably wondering why he had insisted on the additional privacy of his bedroom. She was still too trusting as she hadn't even batted an eye at being invited to a boy's bedroom… or maybe she just implicitly trusted him. Peter liked to think it was the latter.

"Yeah… I wanted to tell you face to face without Director Fury being there." Peter told his crush, "It's very personal…"

"You can trust me." Nora leaned forward with a reassuring smile as she reached out and placed her hand on his- squeezing gently.

Peter just stiffened at the gesture, not because of a girl's touch. His superhumanly sharp eyesight drawn to the way her the front of her white dress had dipped just enough for him to see the start of her generous breasts that she kept hidden, and his also superhumanly sharp hearing picking up the way her the white tights that snuggly encased her graceful thighs rubbed together, and the softness of her small hand on his.

It was taking everything for him to focus on the matter at hand.

"The truth is…" Peter began- licking his lips as he gathered his courage. "... I'm Spider-Man."

Her eyes briefly widened in surprise, and Nora didn't say anything as she looked away- mulling over that admittedly large secret that he had shared to her. But Peter stayed patient- even when he had a thousand different worries in his mind at the moment. Did she hate him now for telling Director Fury about her magic? Will she decide to never speak to him again? And for a whole minute, they just sat together in silence,but her hand remained on his all the while. It gave him hope that she didn't hate him.

"I believe you." She finally whispered- her steel-blue eyes looking straight into his.

"I'm sorry about telling Director Fury about your secret." He sincerely apologised. "He told me that he could possibly help… with your family's financial trouble, your magic's cost and everything. But I felt really bad about it."

"I see… so you really were just looking out for me." Nora murmured with a small smile. "And that's why you're trusting me with your secret too…"

"Yeah."

"It's alright, I won't tell anyone." Nora reassured him, and Peter perked up at that.

"So you don't hate me for sharing your secret?"

"You saved my life back there at the alleyway." She whispered- her steel-blue eyes glittering with gratitude as they looked into his own. "You were willing to lay down your life to save mine, and almost did... How could I ever hate a friend after doing something so selfless? Especially when it was for my sake?"

"It was only something anyone would do." Peter told her- serious about it too, and Nora giggled softly- a picturesque smile on her pink lips that made his heart skip a beat at the sight and sound of it. She was really the most beautiful girl he had ever seen…

"But you aren't just 'anyone', Peter Parker." Nora whispered. "I just wish I could do something to truly thank you for what you did for me…"

Peter wanted to justy wave it off, but his junior stood up with its own suggestion in mind- pitching a very obvious tent in his khaki shorts. A tent that Nora immediately spotted- a ruby red blush spreading like wildfire across her fair cheeks.

"Oh… I'm really flattered.." Nora murmured- unable to look him in the eye. "But I can't. I need to save myself for the one who I'll marry… I don't want to be some scarlet woman."

Right… Peter expected as much. Traditional values of the American midwest, not anything he didn't already know. But it was now or never, so he psyched himself up. Come on, Peter Parker. Don't blow this chance! And so, gathering every ounce of courage he had…

"And if that person is me?" He confidently stated.

"W-what?!" She stammered- definitely not expecting him to be so forward. "Are you sure you want me? You're kind and handsome… you could go for any girl you want…"

And he saw this as his chance now that she was on the back foot.

"I… I like you a lot, Nora. You're the only girl for me…" he admitted warmly and sincerely as he looked her straight in her eyes, "Ever since we met, I couldn't stop thinking of you. I don't mind taking responsibility at all, because I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with you."

Her blush had spread to encompass her entire face now.

"O-oh… that's-! I like you too, Peter." She admitted- and his heart soared at her words. Was this really happening? Nora looked at him shyly, "I suppose this makes us boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

Yes, it was! Peter Parker was no longer single anymore!

"Nora…"

"Yes, Pe- Mm?!" She was cut off by him capturing her lips in a soft kiss- and for a moment, Peter thought it was the wrong move to make, but eventually, Nora relaxed in his arms. Even pressing her soft lips back to return the kiss, "Mmmm…"

And for a good whole minute, the world seemed to melt away. It was just him and the beautiful girl in his arms. But eventually, she pulled away to breath- not having the enhanced constitution that he had. Nora panted softly as she stared at him lovingly with bedroom eyes.

"Well, if you're going to take responsibility, I suppose it'll be alright if we…" she paused to glance at the throbbing bulge in his shorts and her voice lowered to a shy whisper as her blush returned in full force, "...If we have sex."

Peter gulped. He couldn't believe how quickly Nora was putting out, but more than that, he was glad more than ever that it was him that had confessed to her. Another guy could have just taken advantage of how easily she trusted people.

"Mmm…" Nora whimpered slightly- shyly glancing at him, "H-how would you like me, Peter?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm a virgin, but I know what I have to do…" his new blonde girlfriend explained in a small voice, "A wife's duties include seeing to her husband's needs… including his lustful ones with her entire body… So, I suppose it still applies even while we're boyfriend and girlfriend, right?"

Hell if he knew!

"I agree, Nora."

But he had to be stupid to say no when she's the one offering. He really scored the jackpot in terms of a trad girlfriend. His mouth was suddenly dry as he glanced at Nora's chest- hidden behind the large ribbon on the front of her white dress.

Nora apparently saw where he was looking, and his eyes almost bulged out at what she did next: Nora slid down the front of her dress- revealing a hefty pair of breasts tipped with appetisingly pink nipples like strawberries on top of two perfect scoops of vanilla ice cream.

"Do… Do you want me to use my breasts first?" She hesitantly breathed- crossing her arms underneath those soft melons of hers and pushed her chest out to him as if offering him a taste. And he did the only thing a guy in his situation would do: he nodded dumbly while staring unabashedly at that magnificent pair of mammaries as they swayed and jiggled with each breath Nora took. And more so when she walked over to him and knelt down in front of him at the edge of the bed.

His newly-minted blonde girlfriend reached up with a slender hand to unbuckle his khaki shorts and slide it and his boxers down to his ankles- his rock hard manhood throbbing right before her eyes as it stood proudly.

"It's a lot bigger than I thought it would be." She gulped audibly as she watched his cock leak a bit of precum. Her steel-blue eyes glanced up at him from beneath her usual fringe of ash-blonde hair before… he felt his entire shaft encased in the pillowy soft heaven that was Nora's ample cleavage.

"Mmm… it's so hot…" Nora murmured as she used her hands to press her large breasts together- trapping his cock and creating a pleasurable friction. His cock was large enough that stuck out from her cleavage by a good inch- the throbbing crown of his penis dripping precum all over Nora's amazing tits. She glanced up at him momentarily.

"Please feel good, Peter." She pleaded earnestly. "If there's anything I can do to make you feel even better, just tell me, please?"

Then she began moving her deliciously bountiful melons up and down his shaft- sending sparks of pleasure wherever Nora's soft and smooth titflesh touched. Her stiff nipples dragged against his abs and made her let out cute little whimpers that he would not have heard if he didn't have enhanced senses. A busty ash-blonde girlfriend who was more than willing to give him titjobs if it meant making him happy. Nora had an irresistibly sexy body married with a dedication to sexually satisfy him in every way he asked. He really, really lucked out.

"Suck on it too?" Peter hesitated- not wanting to push his conservative and still very much a virgin girlfriend too hard into sexual acts. But apparently, Nora was game for it. Her mouth opened wide as she dipped her head down and took the exposed tip of his cock into her warm, wet mouth.

"N-nora!" He cried out as she added a bit of suction as well as deftly swirling her tongue all around the helmet of his shaft. The combination of her hot mouth, dancing tongue and irresistibly generous tits almost made him cum then and there. Nora's soft moaning as she serviced him with her mouth only added to his pleasure- making her mouth vibrate ever so slightly with every little moan.

Minutes passed by as only his pants and Nora's slurping echoed out in his bedroom. He wouldn't have mind staying like this all night long. And Nora was getting into it too judging from the way she panted hotly everytime she detached her mouth from his cock to take a breather from sucking. Her soft, flushed cleavage was now slick with spit and spilled precum. And sadly, even as Spider-Man, it did nothing for his sexual endurance.

"I'm going to cum, Nora!" He warned her- his shaft throbbing hotly between her now slick tits.

For her part, Nora didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to be looking forward to it from the way her steel-blue eyes smouldered with desire. With a soft kiss to his leaking tip, she looked up at him to ask the hardest question that he's ever been asked before: "Are you going to shoot in my mouth or all over me?"

"All over you, if you're fine with it." He answered. It may have been because he had been used to spraying sticky stuff at people, but for once, he wanted it to be his semen coating a seriously cute girl.

"Okay…" Nora nodded- moving her breasts even faster up and down his throbbing shaft, "P-please give me every last drop and coat me white?"

"I'm cumming!" He cried out. Nora talking dirty to him proved to be the last straw for him. His cock pulsing as he grunted once and twice before a thick stream of pearly white cum flew the short distance from the tip of his cock to fall onto Nora's ash-blonde hair going from the top of her head all the way to the bridge of her nose, the second rope of cum caught Nora on her cheek making her gasp. The third one splattered over her open mouth- making her whimper as the length of cum was caught between her pink lips. Then came the fourth and fifth and all the others that came after- coating his seriously hot girlfriend's cute face white like he said he would. And there was a deeply satisfying feeling seeing it drip down to her large breasts- one even dripping down to her stiff pink nipple.

"Did I do okay, Peter?" She asked- all while still coated generously with his semen.

"That was… hah… amazing, Nora." he panted the reply- that was more of a rush than swinging around the city.

"I'm glad that you enjoyed it… I wasn't certain if I was doing it correctly." She sighed in relief, "Did you like it enough that you'd be okay for a repeat performance of it another time?"

Leaning down again, Nora cleaned him up with a series of loving kisses and suckles all across his shaft, and every so often, gulping down her gathered treat.

"Hell yeah." He panted- once again thanking the heavens for having an obedient girlfriend who wanted nothing more than to follow every lewd command he could think. Other girls would go along with it, but Nora actively wanted to please him. Speaking of which…

"Hey, Nora… Stand up for me?" He asked, and she did so- climbing onto her feet with cum still coating her face. It must have been embarrassing for her, because she just looked away.

"Now turn around." And again, she obeyed without protest- turning her back toward him and hiding her fantastic chest from view, but he was going to treat himself to a new one.

"Lift up your skirt." The same panties that he had seen staring up her skirt that one time was now in full view for him. The simple white panties with delicate lace trimmings clung tightly to her bodacious, round ass. He had an appreciation for asses too- before Nora came along, a cheerleader at school by the name of Liz Allen had caught his eye. The dark-skinned girl had a small chest, but an amazing ass, but Nora definitely had her beat even there on both counts.

And the slightly wet spot at the crotch of her panties was definitely an indicator that he wasn't the only one who was wound up from that tijob of hers.

"I have a rubber somewhere here…" He muttered- glancing around his slightly messy room.

"It's okay…" Nora spoke- glancing over her shoulder to him, "I-I use birth control to stabilise my monthlies. I took one just last night actually, but if you want to be doubly safe, I don't mind waiting… "

His new girlfriend was asking him if he was fine with doing it raw with her. For the first time. She was the best girlfriend.

"Your birth control is enough. Come over here to me." Peter told her. And she complied without question- walking over to him and removing her shoes. But when she moved to take off her clinging white tights, he stopped her.

"Keep them on." he smiled at her, "I like your tights a lot- they make your legs look amazing."

"Thank you…" Nora smiled shyly, still coated with his cum as she was, "Do you want me to tear them or would you like to do it yourself?"

"Do it yourself." Peter answered- the confidence to order his sexually-submissive girlfriend rising in him, and with a brief nod, Nora pulled apart the crotch of her white tights- exposing her panties directly to him while he slipped of his polo and kicked away his shorts and boxers.

"You're so handsome…" She whispered faintly- eyeing him up and down.

"Thanks, being a Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man is always a good workout."

Peter pushed down onto the soft mattress- earning a cute squeak of surprise from her. Even more so when he slid her panties to the side to reveal her virgin womanhood. Waxed smooth or just so clean shaven that he would have thought she didn't grow any hair down there in the first place. Puffy lips flanked her flushed pink inner lips that weeped glistening drops of arousal.

"I-It's all yours now." Nora whispered- looking him straight in the eyes as she reached down and using her slender fingers spread her feminine lips wide for him to properly poise his manhood to her leaking entrance. "I give myself to you, my hero."

"I'll take care of you, I promise…" He whispered back, and that seemed to be the correct thing to say, because she smiled brightly up at him. Slowly, he sank his manhood into Nora's tight wet and very willing femininity. A momentary barrier coming up which he pushed through gently.

"M-Mmmm!" Nora winced at the pain of losing her virginity, and Peter let her have a minute or two to catch her breath and adjust to the new sensations. When his cute blonde girlfriend gave him a watery smile and a nod, he took that as a sign to continue moving. Deeper and deeper, he explored inch after inch of her freshly-deflowered womanhood- all the while drinking in the milking sensations that it offered to him.

"You're so deep in me…" Nora breathed in wonder and unmistakable pleasure just as the tip of his cock bumped aagainst hte very back of her well- resting against the entrance of her baby room. Then he began moving. The pleasurable friction of his cock's shaft rubbing across the fluttering creases and folds of Nora's trembling teen vagina was enough to make a lesser man cum just at the first sensation of that feeling.

"O-ooohh~ It's feeling so good." Nora gasped in a long moan as she gripped deliciously tight around his cock with each move he made in either direction. In or out, it didn't matter to her. She just kept squeezing and milking and almost driving him cross eyed at how hot and tight and slippery wet her thirsting pussy was.

"Oh, oh, Ooh~!" Nora's melodic voice all but sang as he pistoned in and out of her hot little quim. Her pretty face moulded into an expression of pure pleasure, and the way she was still coated with his cum only added to the sexines of the sight. Her mouth was hide open as she sucked in big gulps of air, the string of semen having fallen onto her pink tongue before she closed her mouth and swallowed it like a champ.

"Peter… please move a bit faster?" Nora pleaded out of her own volition. Their eyes met, and Nora pleaded her ash-blue eyes even as she rocked back and forth on the bedroom sheets. But Peter knew that he couldn't do it: he knew that if he moved any faster, he was going to cum. But he couldn't deny his sexy girlfriend who was swallowed.

"I-I'm going to orgasm soon." Nora breathed- her eyes screwed shut at how good she was feeling. At the sparks of pleasure that was no doubt running across her entire sexy body.

"Cum." He corrected her as he bit the bullet and began moving faster, "You can say that you're just cumming, you know?

Nodding urgently, Nora embraced him- wrapping her arms and legs around him.

"I'm going to cum…" She breathed- rephrasing her previous declaration, "I'm going to cum, and I want you to cum too and shoot it all inside me."

He throbbed at the sound of this kind, cheerful girl begging desperately for him to cum inside her. But she apparently didn't feel that was unbearable sexy enough, because Nora just kept on begging him.

"I want you to keep practising to breed me." She whispered into his ear- wrapping her legs tighter so that he had nowhere to go but deeper into her quim, "Pumping all your virile seed right onto the back of my womb, will you do that for me? Night after night, you can just push me down against your bed and pump my belly full of your cum until It's leaking out of me in a white stream coming straight from my womb. Would you like that? Knowing that your girlfriend is walking around with her vagina abrim with your cum and that she's going to beg you to give her even more."

"Nora… " He moaned out her name. Her dirty talk game was good. His Aunt May might be right about Nora : 'Lady in streets, Freak between the sheets' indeed.

"Ohhhh yesssss I'm going to cum so big around your amazing manhood."

"Cum with me, please!" She begged out loud- her pussy frantically milking his cock as he was bordering putting his superhuman speed to just pounding this horny blonde girl's pussy into the mattress as he pushed the tip of his cock right past her cervix- giving him a clear shot right to the most fertile part of her teenaged womb again and again. Something that Nora appreciated very much from her continuous pleasured cheering, "Yesyesyesyesyessssss~!"

"I'm cumming!" He announced as he-

= P =

-was broken out of his wank fantasy when the front door of the apartment slamming open.

"Peter, you home?!" His aunt's drunken shouting from the living room. Hurriedly, he fixed his boxers and PJs before jumping into bed. Just in time too, as uneven knocking hammered at his door.

Pretend to be asleep. Pretend to be asleep. Pretend to be asleep…

"... Are you beating yourself off in there?" Drunk May half-asked and half-burped through his bedroom door. And he just knew that she wouldn't stop knocking until she got a response.

"Ugh… Go to sleep, May!" He shouted back, "You're drunk."

"Hu hu hu~! You totally were! You don't sound like I woke you up~ His aunt drunkenly giggled through the door, and Peter couldn't help but face palm. Why does she have to be so perceptive when she's drunk? Or at least, perceptive about sexual things. Honestly, it was like she had a finely-honed sixth sense when it comes to lewd things. This wouldn't be the first time she 'caught' him when she was drunk. But at least, she doesn't remember it in the morning.

"Well, it's the weekend. Enjoy beating yourself off to Nora, Peter~!" She wondered aloud- a bit too loudly actually. Loud enough that he was worried the neighbours would hear. Coincidentally, one of those neighbours also happens to be Nora herself.

"Just go to sleep!" He groaned loudly too- covering his furiously blushing face.

"Me and Nora took a selfie together a while back." Drunk May continued to talk through the door while completely ignoring him, "And it shows a surprising amount of her cleavage, got me a little self-conscious actually, but since you're not beating it in there, I guess I don't have to send it to you, right~?"

"Ugh, fine!" Peter capitulated to the nonstop prodding and bribe of his crush's cleavage, "Yeah, I was jacking off. Just send it and go to sleep already!"

"Enjoy!" Drunk May singsonged, "Uggggghhhhhh…. I'm almost thirty~ When am I going to get real boobs like Nora?"

He sighed. Drunk May was a totally different person compared to the usual sweet and compassionate Aunt May that he knew.

Then his phone received the selfie that May sent. May and Nora seated around the living room smiling up at the camera, but apparently May had taken the photo at too high of an angle and Nora's generous cleavage was exposed. An expansive valley of flawless creamy-smooth white chocolate with a hint of pink.

He gulped. Well, since Drunk May had likely gone to bed already… he dropped his shorts as he stared at the photo displayed on his phone. Definitely better than just his imagination.

AN:

I was tempted to have Nora magick herself a penis just for Elektra… Oh well, let's leave the dicking to Hev. Might write futa if enough people are interested in it.

Yes, that extra scene with Peter jacking off is canon, because it's funny… for me when I imagine readers' faces as they're tricked into thinking that I'm doing that April Fools' chapter unironically. It was all in Peter's head~ Nora is still Hevnokren, whether she knows it or not. I'm not about to suddenly make Hev lose to the cock. Eh, I feel the lemon was subpar. Mainly because I rushed that 4k words at the very last minute… again.

Alright, MCU is nearly coming to a close: about 10-20 more MCU centric chapters. That's roughly how long it will take to do the Into the Spiderverse, Dragon Ball War, Thanos, and the universal conquest sections of the fic properly. I already know how I'm going to end the MCU, and it is glorious.

I know… so many characters left in the wayside, but there are too many of them- I can only develop so many before the fic starts feeling incredibly slow and convoluted. The plot must move forward, the groundwork for the eventual transfer to other universes must be laid. I am simply trying to make the best of a bad situation that I manufactured myself.

The Rudeus waifus will be more heavily featured in the next universe. I pledge a tighter cast then.