It was later in the evening, after midnight. Gwen was snuggled in Harry's bed, laying across his chest with a smile on her face. Mary Jane was also sleeping in Harry's bed because her father was still at her Aunt's house. Gwen was still there because it was pretty late. Harry was conspicuous by his absence in this bed.
Right now, Gwen absent mindedly and lightly wrapped her arms around Mary Jane and pulled her in tightly towards her. However, she was sleeping fairly lightly. The smallest noise could be the one that could jolt her awake.
Which was what happened when she heard something, and sure enough she could see a brief flicker of Harry entering the bathroom. She could hear the sound of what seemed like the shower turning on.
Gwen took a moment and made a calculating decision. She slowly got to her feet and sauntered her way towards the bathroom. She stripped off the shirt that she was wearing. This left her in a pair of tiny panties, with her bare back exposed when she made her way to the bathroom. Her swaying ass moved back and forth when she approached the bathroom, with a wicked grin on her face.
She entered the bathroom and sure enough, Harry was about ready to shower. Gwen slipped off her panties when she walked towards him for a moment. She slipped past the backroom door, neglecting to shut it.
She reached over and placed her hand on the side of his shoulder. There was a moment where Harry turned around and saw her standing there in all of her glory. He raised his eyebrow, he thought that both girls were sound asleep.
"Thought that you were asleep," Harry commented at her.
Gwen smiled and she slipped closer towards him, closing the gap. She threw her arms around his neck.
"You know that I can't sleep," she whispered in a breathy voice. Her smile widened when she looked towards him. She got closer towards him so they were both placed underneath the shower head. Her hands roamed his back and body. "You know that I'm a really light sleeper. The times that I've been ready to go in the middle of the night."
"Yes," Harry agreed. She approached him more closely than ever before. Her eyes locked onto on when she approached him. "I do as well."
Gwen wrapped her legs around Harry and held herself in tight towards him. Her eyes burned with lust. She leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.
"Ravish me, right now," Gwen whispered. Her pussy burned with the most wanton desire. She rubbed up and down against Harry's crotch and obviously desired something more deeper than that. Harry pushed around her slim waist and allowed her legs to keep wrapped around him.
He leaned towards her and gave her a mind blowing kiss. Gwen could feel his tongue shove deep into her mouth.
It was just about to get steamy and she didn't mean the shower. His hands kept exploring her. The kiss deepened when the two of them continued their hot and sexy activities underneath the showerhead, with Harry dominating her with an intense kiss.
Mary Jane shifted awake back in the bedroom. She thought that something was wrong. She realized that Gwen had left the bed. Harry was not there either.
She thought at first that they had just gotten up really early. She looked at the clock for a moment and realized that it was almost half after midnight, give or take a few minutes. She gave herself a jarring shake of her head.
Mary Jane was jolted further awake by some interesting sounds coming from the area of the bathroom. The bathroom door was swung open and if Mary Jane could shift herself on the bed, she could see it.
She joined the show just in time to see Harry push Gwen against the shower wall. She was obviously strong but Harry was the one who was dominant this time. He thrust in and out of her. She begged him for more.
Mary Jane watched, her finger absent-mindedly rubbing her finger around her nipple. She realized what she was doing and stopped for a moment. Once her eyes were locked on the show, the second show that Gwen and Harry gave her, she couldn't tell aware.
Her panties got extremely damp and it was hard for her to even breathe. She reached over towards the table with shaky hands and pulled out her camera. Somehow, by some miracle, she managed to tweak the camera so it would work in her extremely altered state. Her hands were shaking when she got it set up and in position.
The redhead nearly dropped the camera but managed to maintain a grip on it. She shook her head and breathed in and breathed out. The camera was positioned to record the festivities as she saw them. She reached between her legs, and started to diddle herself. The activities got more intense.
She wondered in a hazed manner how Gwen's screams couldn't wake the entire neighborhood. She also wondered as she pumped into herself how these positions were possible.
Then Mary Jane imagined herself in some of those positions. That caused her to play with herself a little bit more.
She was sad to see that it was over. Even though it latest a little over a half of an hour and it left Mary Jane on the bed, panting and sticky, she was disappointed that the show as over.
Thankfully she had a nice little video tape at her disposal where she could review their technique. Yes, review their technique extremely carefully, that was the ticket. Mary Jane allowed herself a wicked grin at that.
Gwen and Harry were finished up in the bathroom. Gwen slid down to the floor. Harry reached down and pulled her up to her feet.
Her head buried into Harry's shoulder. There was a wicked smile on her face.
'Hope you enjoyed the show, MJ,' she thought. There was a smile on her face. She could see Mary Jane struggle to get back into bed before they reached back to the bedroom. She decided to give her a courtesy and some time. 'We'll be seeing you real soon.'
'Blew her mind,' Harry thought.
'You always do,' Gwen concluded. She gave a shadow of a wicked smile. Holding onto Harry, she managed to alleviate the tension between her legs and pull herself back to a standing position. She leaned in and gave him another kiss.
It was time in a little bit to return to bed. It wasn't the time yet for her to join them. They would let it stew in her mind and her own juices.
It was later that morning but not to the point where the son had rose. A man sat in his office with his back towards the window. The office was obscenely large, to the point where it was obvious to anyone who had entered it that it belonged to someone extremely important. The person in the office in question was burning the midnight oil.
One wondered whether or not this person even slept. Regardless, his eyes averted towards the work. His back was turned, and he was hidden mostly in shadows.
The man in question waited for an extremely important individual to show up. The door opened and the mysterious gentleman entered the office. He carried the high tech briefcase that was purchased by the Chameleon.
He took swift and careful strides like he owned the place. He sat down on the chair in front of the desk and made himself comfortable. He reached into his jacket and removed a package of cigarettes. He pulled out a lighter and paused.
"You don't mind, do you?" he asked.
The man in the chair responded in a dry voice. "Would saying 'no' stop you?"
The Gentleman shook his head. He lit the smoke in answer to that question.
The figure sneered. They all had their imperfections. "Fiers, I see that you were able to acquire the package from our friend successfully."
Fiers responded by taking a drag of his smoke and nodding in affirmation.
"There was a complication," he stated.
"You know how I don't like complications," the man in the shadows commented.
"Nor more do I," Fiers said. "But the man of the shadows has requested a favor."
The man in the shadows nodded in response. "What kind of favor?"
Fiers responded the situation and explained what the Chameleon told him about the situation regarding the Rhino.
"I see," the man in the shadows commented. There was a calmness to his voice. "I trust you can see to it, then?"
"Easily," Fiers replied coolly.
The figure in the shadows mused over something for a moment.
"Pay the Chameleon what he was offered in full," the man in the shadows commented. Fiers raised an eyebrow. "It pays well to keep people like our friend happy so they are willing to stay friendly in the future."
"What should I do with the package?" Fiers asked.
The man in the shadows responded with a smile. "Take it to Special Projects to have it analyzed. Once you have that done, send a sample to Connors and Octavius."
The man in the shadows paused and responded.
"And send it to Harry as well," the man in the shadows added. He looked extremely thoughtful about something. "I'm curious to see what he can do about that."
Fiers nodded. The man in the shadows gave a calculating smirk. The results of this endeavor would prove to be extremely interesting.
Two older gentlemen were sitting in a conference room in Hammer Industries in New York City. One of them was dressed in a horrific blue suit that was pressed neatly. He had silver hair and a permanently calculating look in his eyes. He might have looked like an old man at first glance but one should not let that fool them because he was as devious as they could come. His name was Justin Hammer and he was the head of Hammer Industries.
The other man was bald with sunken in eyes and a beak nose. He dressed in a pressed black suit. His name was Adrian Toomes.
The two men waited for the arrival of a U.S. Air Force Representative in regards to a possible defense contact. This case it was a flight harness that was designed by Adrian Toomes. They were far from the only ones that were competing for such a contract. Stark Industries was also in the running and put forth a proposal as well.
A couple weeks ago there was a demonstration that was performed by both companies. This was a meeting whether or not they would be informed that they would win the contract.
"We're going to find out if your work actually paid off, Toomes," Hammer said. There was a slightly accusatory tone towards his voice like if they failed to get this contract.
"I'm confident that we have the deal, and you should be as well," Toomes stated. He was trying to be civil.
He dealt with many bastards like Hammer in his day. They thought that they were safe and secure with their millions. They decided not to take any responsibility for any actions.
"Yes, well we'll see," Hammer commented.
"It's not over yet," Toomes responded.
"It better not be," Hammer fired back.
The two men didn't have many more words to spare for each other. The wait nearly grinded to a close when the door opened and the man that they were waiting for arrived. He was a middle aged looking gentlemen with greying hair and a mustache that would put J. Jonah Jameson to shame. He was dressed in a uniform. His name was Major Glenn Talbot.
"Major, sit down," Hammer commented. He had a false cordial tone on his voice. "Would you like some refreshment?"
"No, thank you," Talbot said briskly. "I'll be brief, considering that I'd like to get on with my day."
Hammer frowned, that didn't sound too encouraging.
"We have decided to go with the Stark Industries EVO-7 instead of your project," Talbot replied. "It's nothing personal, it just suits our needs better."
Toomes looked like he swallowed something. He could see Hammer's accusatory eyes flash towards him. Then Hammer's attention diverted back to Major Talbot.
"And General Ross would like to give some feedback himself," Talbot added. He got the note that Ross handed him that he would repeat, verbatim. "Whoever designed this is obviously been indulging in something heavy. Only a fucking idiot would think that restricting your arms like that in your design was a good idea."
Toomes blanched and sneered. Hammer wasn't looking at him. That wasn't necessarily a good design.
"Thank you for your time, have a nice day, gentlemen, " Talbot said. He was already almost out of the door as he said this.
This left Toomes and Hammer alone with each other in the office. That was not going to be a pleasant conversation.
At first, Hammer didn't say anything. The only reaction he had was to grip his coffee cup. He gripped it so tightly that it cracked and then shattered in his grip. He ignored the fact that the cup cut into his hand. He was so seething with adrenaline.
"I've wanted to do this for years, for YEARS!" Hammer yelled. He looked at Toomes with bug eyes. He was breathing in and out when he stared the man down. "The board of directors, they wouldn't let me do it. Even though I wanted to do it for fucking years. This was your last chance, your last chance, do you hear me?"
Toomes was about to say something. He didn't have a chance because Hammer cut him off.
"No, no, no, no, no," Hammer whispered. He was practically seething. "Don't say anything. You cost this company billions of dollars because of your outdated ideas of what works. You might have gotten away with it. But you made me look like an idiot."
Hammer stared at Toomes with beady little eyes .
"Now pack your things, and get out of my building, you fucking Vulture!" Hammer snapped. He looked at him.
Toomes sat there stunned. For a brief second, it seemed like Hammer was going to strangle him to death where they sat.
Hammer turned around and stormed from his office, absolutely seething.
Harry, Gwen, and MJ decided to make it a day for themselves out on the town. Their schedule cleared up enough for themselves. Harry was on bereavement leave. Gwen was on leave due to the fact that Connors needed his office paired from the damage that was caused by Max Dillon.
As for Mary Jane, she had some extremely weird hours at the Daily Bugle. Officially, her job was working underneath Betty Brant as an intern. A lot of the office unfortunately used her as a gopher though, having her go and fetch things as needed.
The Bugle was their first stop as they needed to check up on things there. Harry was talking with Felicia at the moment.
"Yeah, everything has been rough," Harry agreed, nodding over the phone. "We're just coping with everything. We have to get back on her feet."
"Really sorry what happened, and I'm sorry that I couldn't be there for the funeral," Felicia said. "My business is running not as smoothly as I would like."
"Don't apologize, you just got to do what you got to do, I perfectly understand," Harry said to her.
Felicia decided to switch tracts of conversation. "I trust that you've been keeping busy, and in the good ways as well."
"If you're referring to carnal pursuits, than you would be right," Harry commented. He only half paid attention to the conversation that Gwen and Mary Jane were having. They were talking about the types of things that teenage girls were known to talk about.
"I figured as much, but if Emma hasn't jumped in yet, I'm sure Gwen would have," Felicia said slyly.
It was at this moment where Gwen said something. Mary Jane frowned and Gwen looked at her, daring her to do something. She responded surprisingly by biting her on the wrist in retaliation. That caused Gwen to give a shocked response. That was not something that she expected, especially from Mary Jane of all people.
This noise alerted Felicia to her presence.
"Gwen's there with you, isn't she?" Felicia asked.
"Yeah, she is," Harry agreed with her.
There was a certain calculating note to Felicia's voice when she spoke next. "Well hand the phone to her, I want to talk to her."
"Felicia wants to talk to you," Harry said to Gwen. Gwen paused and nodded as she was handed the phone.
"So, how's she doing?" Mary Jane asked.
"She's doing well, bit busy, she finally got some time to call and check in," Harry said. Mary Jane stepped a bit closer to Harry.
The group passed through the doors of the building.
"Well naturally it was good, but you should have known that better than anyone else," Gwen said.
"Well, you better be treating him right, or I'll find a way to get back there and sort you out," Felicia responded. She crossed her arms in response and smiled.
"Oh don't worry, he gives me everything that I need, and…..well I'd give you a full description," Gwen answered.
"Well, that could be interesting," Mary Jane said.
"Why, do you want to hear about some of it?" Harry asked. He knew that Mary Jane was watching their encounter the other night and recorded it for her own private use.
The group approached Betty Brant's desk. She was talking rather loudly over the phone to one of her contacts. They waited patiently for her to finish.
The reason that she was talking loudly was J. Jonah Jameson was in his office, acting like he normally did. He was loud and boisterous.
Harry's hyper sensitive ears picked up the ongoing tennis match. Betty yelled louder and Jameson picked things up.
Finally, Betty was done and she was quiet. She noticed Harry, Gwen, and Mary Jane sitting there. She looked sheepish and fairly apologetic. She hung up the phone.
"Sorry about that, and sorry for keeping you waiting," Betty commented. "There's something that happened in California last night and it could be big."
It was at that point where Gwen got off the phone with Felicia. She handed it back to Harry.
"She had to run but she told me to do this," Gwen told Harry. She leaned towards Harry and threw her arms around her. She proceeded to kiss the hell out of him. Harry eagerly returned these actions completely without any shame.
Both of them broke apart, driven completely breathless by the others actions.
Mary Jane turned away from that spectacle to face Betty. "So, what's the story about?"
"There's supposed to be a press conference starting soon," Betty said. To confirm that, she turned on the television and she quickly ducked next door into Jameson's office. "The press conference is starting any second now."
She returned for a second. They saw Tony Stark make his way on the television screen. He was dressed in a fairly nice suit although he was the same eccentric businessman that he always was.
"You know, I've been looking into you," Betty commented. That caused Harry's attention to divert completely towards her. His face crossed into a knowing smile.
"Oh, do tell," Harry responded to her. His smile grew completely wide when he focused on her.
"And I'm interested in doing an interview with you, and I'm sure a lot of people would be interesting in reading one," Betty said. She looked towards him with a smile. "There are a lot of people who say that you stand to be the next Tony Stark or the next Reed Richards."
Harry smiled and arched his eyebrow. "Not, the next Hank Pym, surely?"
Betty snorted in response. "Please, nobody takes Ant Man seriously."
"It's just as well," Harry said. He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear. "Because I prefer to be the first Harry Evans-Parker."
"Well said," Betty commented. She looked towards him with a smile on her face. The press conference continued when the group made some light conversation.
There was a bomb dropped by Tony Stark that caused all of them to take up notice.
"The truth is, I am Iron Man," Tony concluded.
"HA!" Jameson bellowed from his office. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! It just about figures that there is some billionaire playboy who has too much time on his hands. Likely, he's going to some kind of crisis. Putting on a suit of armor, and joy riding around, honestly, that's about right. His money could be better spent on other things. You'd never see me in one of those suits. Stark looks absurd. And Iron man, could you come up with a better name? The world should rally around real heroes, like my son, the astronaut, Colonel John Jameson! Hey, Brock, did I ever tell you about my son, the astronaut, Colonel John Jameson? Now there's a real hero, unlike some hedonistic fool in a high tech suit of armor!"
Betty casually leaned back. She was all too used to being a beneficiary of Jonah's rants. It was just background noise for her at this point.
The next day, Herman Schultz and Aleksei Syksevich were in the back of an armored prison transport van. They were heading towards Ryker's island. Both men were handcuffed together.
Schultz shifted nervously. The Rhino was giving him the type of look that you didn't want the Rhino to give you. The evil eyes continued to burn on him. He wished that he was transported separately because this man looked like he was going to rip him apart and he had no hesitation in doing it. Schultz felt his heart nervously thump across his chest when he waited. Seconds passed.
There were two SWAT members in the van with them. They had their weapons pointed on the two criminals. It was a shoot first and maybe ask questions to the corpse type of environment that was going on.
The van continued to go down the street. It came towards the street crossing. It grinded to a stop when the driver saw construction blocking its way.
A moving van pulled behind them to keep the armored van from backing up and going into another direction. This rang more than enough alarm bells.
The cops didn't have a chance to do anything about it. A garbage truck slammed into the side of the truck. The truck went flying into the side of a building next to it.
After the dust settled, a group of armored men stormed out of the back of a moving van. All of the occupants were surprised that this attack was happening.
They were all surprised, except for the Rhino, who didn't look too surprised. He watched when the guards went down. The idiots decided that it would be a good idea to stand next to the doors when someone blew it open.
An unidentified armored man blew open the door. He poked his head in and spoke with a muffled, disguised voice. "Your ride's here."
Rhino nodded and grunted. "Good, bring him along."
He pointed one large finger towards Herman. Herman wondered what was going on. Before he could argue it, they grabbed onto him.
They dragged him from the van. The large man followed them from behind.
All of them got into the moving van. Before they left, one of the armored man set up a bomb underneath the truck. The SWAT guards and driver were still stunned.
"We've got three minutes to clear, make it happen," the guard grunted. He climbed into the van, ready to gun it.
The van zoomed out of the area. There was something happening underneath the van and sure enough the armored van exploded.
Not that it mattered because the moving truck was long gone. It would be a while before police would be alerted and there were no witnesses left to tell the tale.