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C209 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2023-01-08 13:44:38 +0000 UTCWhen Peter returned home that night, MJ was sitting at the center of the room in his computer chair, as if she were waiting for his arrival.
The look on her face and general vibe screamed that a serious conversation was about to happen.
“Are you breaking up with me?” Peter asks as he stood in the doorway, waiting for her to speak.
“No, of course not.” MJ denies immediate, which smoothed over Peter's nerves quite a bit. “Why would you think that?”
“Well, I don’t know.” Peter shrugs unknowingly.
“Sigh...” MJ holds her head in her hands and takes a deep breath. “I want to meet Lily...”
“Excuse me?” Peter asks as he wasn’t sure if he heard her correctly.
Lifting her head, MJ looks Peter straight in the eyes.
“I want to meet Lily.” She repeats loud and clear.
“I thought you didn’t want to be a mom?” Peter says as he walks in and takes a seat on his bed. “Because meeting Lily means you accept her as your daughter. If you don’t want to be her mother, that’s fine. You two can meet when she’s more mature and can handle it better.”
“I never said that...” MJ says with an annoyed look on her face. “You dropped her existence into my lap without any warning. If you had explained and given me enough time to think, then you would know that I...”
The last portion of her rant was spoken in a hushed whisper.
“Say that again?” Peter asks with a smirk.
“I said...” MJ was upset, as she knew he could hear her. “I don’t mind being a mother.”
“That’s so hot...” Peter muttered in a daze.
Reaching his hand out, Peter caught his keyboard, which MJ threw at his head.
“Not like that, you idiot!” She yelled angrily.
“What’s going on?” Aunt May came walking down the hall and peeked her head in. “You two aren’t breaking up, are you?”
“No!” MJ yelled one exasperation.
Chuckling to himself, Peter looked toward the door, where his aunt was giving him a confused look.
“MJ wants to be the mother of my children.” He reveals with a smirk.
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” May says as she grabs the door and starts to close it. “Don’t let me get in your way.”
“That’s not what I meant!”
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Since Peter had a full day with the Defenders tomorrow, he decided to introduce Lily to MJ after all of Frank's problems were dealt with.
On the next day, Peter returned to the Tower bright and early, where he found Frank waiting outside of his office in military uniform.
“You’re early.” Peter says as he checks the time.
“Better early than late.” Frank shrugs as he was used to waking up early and standing around doing nothing in the army.
“Well, feel free to take a seat.” Peter offers as Frank follows him into his office.
...
While waiting for everyone else to arrive, Peter went over Colonel Schoonover’s information.
Other than the normal information that he already knew, Peter read through the files that Vicente gave him before his inevitable demise.
First, Schoonover moved to New York City after his latest mission, so he was currently nearby.
Second, using his position as a high-level officer in the army, Schoonover has been slowly and quietly removing any opposition, as he takes over the heroin trade in New York City, building his Blacksmith persona up as the city's top drug lord.
Shockingly, Peter had no idea that this was happening, as he mainly focuses on the obvious crimes that happen out in the streets.
Anything that’s done behind closed doors is a bit harder for him to stop, especially when more experienced criminals know how to not draw attention to themselves, like Schoonover.
Although he was extremely careful, the documents that Vicente had in his possession are more than enough to charge Schoonover for all of his crimes.
The Juarez Cártel seemed to have been building up information on the Blacksmith and his real identity for a while now, so they had everything from simple pictures to the voice recording of Schoonover ordering the hit on the Castle family.
‘Now we just have to tie all of this to Agent Orange.’ Peter thought as he hoped that Schoonover would snitch on his accomplice.
...
When everyone finally arrived, Peter opened a portal and they set off.
“I hope he resists.” Franks comments as he loads his assault rifle and steps through the portal.
“Me too.” Loki smirks as he twirls a knife between his fingers.
“You men are too bloodthirsty...” Jessica comments as she follows them through.
“Take a look next to you, sweetie.” Frank says and jerks his head toward Natasha. “That’s what bloodthirsty looks like.”
“Every time I close my eyes, I see the knife in that guy's balls.” Matt comments in disgust.
“Aren’t you blind?” Natasha asks with a raised brow.
...
While the group was bickering amongst each other, they arrived at Fort Hamilton, the only active duty military installation in the greater New York City Metropolitan Area.
Walking up the long driveway passed the guarded checkpoint, they drew a lot of attention, or rather Peter drew a lot of attention.
After all, Spider-Man has never visited the military before, so instead of anyone trying to stop them in a threatening manner, they were surrounded and bombarded with requests for a picture with Peter.
“Spider-Man!” It only took one scream from a female officer to draw everyone in the vicinity over.
“Quiet!” Peter yelled commandingly, enhancing his voice with a bit of Eldritch energy.
“...” Instantly, the trained soldiers shut their mouths.
Even a few of them snapped into a salute, which was fairly fun to watch.
“Who’s the highest-ranking officer here?” Peter asks as everyone looks at one another before pointing to a woman at the front. “Good, everyone but her leave. I‘ll take some pictures with you all when we’ve finished what we came here for.”
Instantly, the crowd of soldiers dispersed, though they weren’t too dejected, as they would get what they wanted soon enough.
“...” The remaining female officer silently waited to receive her orders, as if Peter were her commanding officer.
“Take us to Colonel Schoonover please.” Peter says politely.
“Y-Yes, sir!” She answers nervously and swiftly leads the way.
...
Entering the main administration building at the forefront of the fort, she lead them through the main lobby and hallways.
All eyes were glued to Peter wherever they went, like a moving attraction. His presence caused everyone to whip out their cameras and start taking pictures as if he was a rare animal in the local zoo.
“He should be in here.” She says as she knocks on the door and opens it a second later, revealing a conference room filled with high-ranking officers, including exactly who they were looking for.
“Don’t interrupt our-” An older man, who looked to be an even higher rank than their target, stood up and complained, though he shut his mouth as soon as he saw Peter. “Spider-Man? Is this a joke?”
“I’m afraid not.” Peter says as he strolls in.
In order to prove that it was actually him, Peter reached his hand up and hopped, sticking himself to the ceiling for a moment before returning to the floor.
“W-why are you here, sir?” A different man asks with a lot of respect.
“Well, it’s a long story.” Peter says as he motions toward Schoonover, who was sweating rather profusely. “Colonel, you’re under arrest. Please surrender yourself peacefully.”
“Or don’t.” Frank comments as he raises his assault rifle in Schoonover’s direction
“Frank, what's this about?” He asks, pretending that he doesn’t know anything.
“Yes, what is this about?” The highest-ranking man asks.
“What this is about is the fact that this motherf*cker put a hit out on me and my family.” Frank says as he moves in and pokes Schoonover’s head with the barrel of his gun.
“That, and he runs heroin out of the Middle East through the dead bodies of fallen soldiers.” Peter adds, receiving an appalled gasp from his fellow officers.
“Got any proof?” Schoonover asks confidently.
“... I want Frank Castle and his family dead, do you hear me?” Natasha strolls in and places her phone on the table, which played audio they received from Vicente.
“If kids are involved, then the price goes up. I’m sure you understand.” Vicente's voice appears next.
“The price doesn’t matter. Just get it done quickly and we won’t have any problems.” Schoonover’s voice says uncaringly as the recording ends.
“That’s fake!” Schoonover exclaims as he slams the table angrily, though no one in the room believed a word out of his mouth.
“God, please pull a gun or a knife. Hell, I’ll take a sharpened pencil.” Frank mutters as he keeps his rifle next to Schoonover’s head. “Give me a reason.”
“Of course, we have proof of his drug trafficking as well.” Peter says, drawing everyone’s attention. “Especially since he was using the profits to fund an unsanctioned military operation.”
“...” At this point, everyone in the room was looking at Schoonover with shock written all over their faces.
“I’m being set up! There’s no way-” Schoonover tried to stand, but all that awaited him was the butt end of Frank's assault rifle.
*Pow*
As the metal stock impacted the side of his head, Schoonover toppled over and hit the floor, unmoving.
“Really?” Peter asks unhappily.
“What? He’s not dead...”
A/N: 1588 words :) Another chapter coming soon.
Comments
Keynan Moore
Thanks for the chapter of ready for Rawlings to be off the board
Byakoo
Thanks for the chapter♥️
