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A Life in Marvel
Chapter 11 - Part 3
Peter looked out over the lights of the city in the distance. His city. He was quiet for a long moment, thinking it over. "I appreciate it. Really. But… I think I need to figure this out on my own for a bit. Be your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Learn the ropes without the big leagues pulling me into wars I don't understand yet. There's still stuff here—school, friends, people who need help on the ground. I can't just leave all that behind."
Tony studied him for a long moment, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips. "Smart kid. Smarter than I was at your age. Offer stays open. Call me when you're ready. And hey—patch things up with Liz. She deserves better than midnight bailouts and radio silence."
Peter managed a tired smile. "Yeah. I plan to."
Stark gave him a nod, faceplate lowering again. "Don't be a stranger, Parker." The armor lifted off with a roar of repulsors, rocketing away into the night sky.
Peter sat back down on the rooftop for a while, watching the emergency lights fade in the distance. Toomes was done. The weapons wouldn't hit the streets. But the weight of it all still sat heavy on his shoulders.
***
Back at Midtown the next day, the hallways buzzed with rumors. Everyone was talking about the big news from the pier—whispers about Spider-Man, explosions, and some big arrest. Peter walked in bruised and moving stiffly, hoodie pulled low over his head to hide the worst of the marks on his face. His ribs ached with every step, and his shoulder still burned, but he forced himself to keep his head up.
Liz spotted him immediately near the lockers and rushed over, concern written all over her face. "Peter! What happened? You look like you got hit by a truck."
He forced a smile, wincing as his ribs protested the movement. "Family stuff got crazy. I'm okay. Just sore. Sorry about bailing on the dance again. I really wanted to stay."
Liz touched his arm gently, her fingers warm. "It's fine. I heard about the pier on the news. That was you, wasn't it?" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "My dad… they arrested him last night. Some big thing upstate."
Peter swallowed hard, guilt twisting in his gut. "Yeah. I'm sorry, Liz. He's alive. I made sure of that. I didn't want him to get hurt."
She nodded, eyes watery but steady. "Thank you. Whatever you did… thank you. It means a lot."
Peter gave her a small, tired smile. "I'll make it up to you. Promise. Lunch sometime this week?"
"I'd like that," Liz said softly before heading to class.
Morgan watched the exchange from down the hall, Gwen at his side. He could feel the swirl of guilt rolling off Peter—thick, heavy waves of it mixed with relief. The kid was beating himself up hard, but there was a small spark of hope there too.
Later, during lunch, Peter found himself at their usual table with Ned and MJ. Ned was already halfway through a massive sandwich, talking animatedly about the decathlon results, while MJ picked at her food with her usual deadpan expression.
"Dude, you look rough," Ned said as soon as Peter sat down, eyes wide. "But also… kinda better? Like you're not carrying the whole world on your shoulders today. What happened?"
Peter managed a real smile this time, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just… handled some stuff last night. It was intense, but I think I did okay. Saved some people. Stopped something bad from getting worse."
MJ raised an eyebrow, looking at him over her book. "Vague as always, Parker. But you do seem less like a walking disaster today. That's new."
Ned grinned, punching Peter's good arm lightly. "See? I told you! You always come through. Whatever it was, you kicked butt. And hey, Liz was asking about you earlier. She seemed relieved you're okay."
Peter felt some of the tension ease. "Yeah. I talked to her this morning. I'm gonna try to actually be there more. No more last-minute bailouts."
"That's the spirit!" Ned said, mouth full. "We missed you at the dance, but the team still crushed it. You should've seen Flash's face when we won. Priceless."
MJ smirked. "He looked like he swallowed a lemon. Kept muttering about how Parker probably would've ruined it anyway. Classic Flash."
Peter laughed, the sound surprising even him. It felt good—normal. "I'll make it up to you guys too. Movie night this weekend? My treat."
"Deal," Ned said immediately. "As long as it's not another alien invasion documentary. I've had enough of those lately."
MJ nodded, closing her book. "I'm in. Just don't disappear halfway through again."
Peter felt lighter as they kept talking—Ned rambling about new tech he wanted to build, MJ making dry jokes about school drama. For the first time in days, he felt like he was actually present with his friends.
Later, during a free period, Morgan caught Peter alone near the vending machines. Peter was staring at a bag of chips he didn't really want, lost in thought.
"Hey," Morgan said quietly, leaning against the wall. "You did good last night. Saved a lot of people."
Peter looked up, surprised. "How do you—"
Morgan shrugged, keeping his voice low. "Doesn't matter. Point is, you're carrying it like it was all your fault. It wasn't. Toomes made his choices. You stopped the worst of it. That's what counts."
Peter rubbed the back of his neck, the weight returning a little. "I just… I keep messing up the normal stuff. Liz, the dance, everything. I feel like I'm always letting people down."
"You're balancing two worlds," Morgan said, tone steady and understanding. "It's never clean. But you're figuring it out. Keep doing that neighborhood thing. The big hero stuff can wait. You don't have to carry it all alone."
Peter nodded slowly, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. "Yeah. Thanks, man. I needed to hear that."
***
Flash watched the whole thing with a scowl. He'd heard the rumors—Peter ditching Liz again, Morgan stepping in like he always did. Later in gym class, Flash cornered Ned in the locker room.
"Parker's such a loser," Flash muttered, changing shirts. "Bails on Liz again and she's still all worried about him. Meanwhile Morgan's over there acting like king shit."
Ned flushed, remembering the dance floor grinding. "Yeah… Morgan's just… smooth with it."
Flash caught the tone and smirked. "What, you jealous too? Saw you staring at MJ like a kicked puppy."
Ned stammered, face red. "Shut up, man."
But the image stuck with both of them—the way the girls moved on Morgan, bodies pressed close, hips rolling. Flash adjusted himself discreetly, annoyed at the twitch in his shorts. Ned busied himself with his bag, trying not to think about MJ's tight ass flexing in that black dress.
Morgan felt their awkward jealousy from across the room later and just smirked to himself. Gwen noticed and elbowed him lightly.
"Reading the room again?"
"Always," he said, pulling her closer. "Some guys never learn."
***
Flash couldn't shake it. Even after changing into his gym clothes, the memory of the dance kept replaying in his head like a bad loop. Liz in that tight blue dress, her full tits pressing against Morgan's chest as she ground on him right there on the dance floor. The way her thick ass filled Morgan's hands, soft flesh spilling between his fingers while she rolled her wide hips in slow, filthy circles. Flash could almost hear the wet sounds her body must have made, the way her heavy tits swayed and dragged against Morgan with every movement.
He sat on the bench in the locker room, pretending to tie his shoes while his mind wandered deeper. In his fantasy, Liz wasn't just dancing anymore. She was in Morgan's lap somewhere private, that blue dress hiked up around her waist, thick thighs straddling him as she rode his cock. Her heavy tits bounced freely, nipples stiff and dark, while she moaned loud and shameless. "Fuck, you're so much bigger than Peter," she'd gasp in his head, ass rippling every time she slammed down. Flash's hand tightened on his shoelace as he pictured Morgan gripping those wide hips, mauling her soft ass, pulling her down harder while Liz's face twisted in pleasure—mouth open, eyes rolling back, cheeks flushed dark.
"Shit," Flash muttered under his breath, feeling himself getting hard again. He was annoyed, jealous as hell, but the image wouldn't leave. Liz, the girl he wanted, getting properly fucked by Morgan while she begged for more. The contrast made it worse—his own average dick versus whatever Morgan was packing that made girls like Liz and the others act like that. Flash shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide the bulge in his shorts as he stood up.
Across the locker room, Ned was having his own quiet meltdown. He kept seeing MJ on the dance floor—her long legs sliding between Morgan's, that tight black dress riding up her thighs as she dropped low and slid back up slowly. Her perky tits dragging across Morgan's chest, nipples stiff and obvious. In Ned's mind, it went further. He pictured MJ in the review room, that bored expression gone, replaced by heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips as she rode Morgan reverse, her tight ass flexing and clapping against his thighs. "Fuck, you feel so good," she'd moan in his fantasy, long legs trembling while her perky tits bounced. Ned's face burned as he imagined her looking over her shoulder at Morgan with that smirk, pushing back harder, her tight pussy taking every inch.
He shoved his bag into his locker a little too hard, trying to push the thoughts away. MJ was his friend. The girl who sat next to him in decathlon and made sarcastic comments. But seeing her move like that—confident, sexual, completely lost in it—had unlocked something he couldn't lock back up. The jealousy mixed with a strange, guilty thrill that made his shorts feel tight.
Morgan felt both of their awkward jealousy from across the room later and just smirked to himself. Gwen noticed and elbowed him lightly, her powerful arm nudging his side.
"Reading the room again?" she asked, voice low but amused.
"Always," he said, pulling her closer with an arm around her waist. His hand rested comfortably on her hip, thumb stroking the curve there. "Some guys never learn. Flash is over there stewing, and Ned's trying not to pop a boner thinking about MJ grinding on me."
Gwen laughed softly, leaning into him. "You're terrible. But yeah, I saw the way they were staring at the dance. Can't blame them too much. You do have that effect."
Morgan grinned, turning her slightly so they were facing each other more. "Speaking of effects… you were incredible last night. And this morning. That energy thing is getting stronger with you. I could feel how much stronger your legs got when you flipped me."
Gwen's cheeks flushed a little, but she smiled. "It felt amazing. Like I could keep going forever. But we need to use it for more than just… this." She gestured between them with a playful look. "I've been thinking about what happened with the Vulture at the pier. Peter did okay, but he was barely holding it together. We should start doing real stuff soon. Nothing crazy like the big hero fights yet, but patrols. Stopping muggings, small crews moving product, that kind of thing. I want to be ready."
Morgan nodded, his hand sliding to her lower back, pulling her a little closer. "I agree. Street level first. We'll start small patrols after school and on weekends. I'll be right there with you— feeling out threats before they blow up. Your spider-sense plus my empathy and the energy boost? We'll be solid. We will continue to train and push our limits so when we do go out, you're not learning on the fly like Peter was."
Gwen rested her head against his shoulder for a moment, voice softening. "I know. I don't want to rush and end up like him—bruised and guilty. But I feel ready with you helping me. The energy you push into me… it's like my body just accepts it now. Makes me stronger, lasts longer. We can use that during training too. Make me push harder without breaking."
"Exactly," Morgan said, kissing the top of her head. "We'll set up a real schedule. Morning sessions here when we can, evening patrols starting light. No big risks until we're both confident. And hey—if you get too worked up during training…" He let his hand slide down to squeeze her ass, voice dropping. "I'll help work it out after."
Gwen laughed and elbowed him again, but there was heat in her eyes. "You're impossible. But yeah… I like that plan. Street level. Together. We'll handle what we can right here in the city before worrying about the bigger stuff."
They stood there a moment longer, bodies close, talking quietly about routes they could patrol, spots that needed watching, how Morgan's powers could complement hers during real situations. The jealousy from Flash and Ned was still there in the background, but Morgan and Gwen were focused on each other and the future they were building—one careful step at a time.
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