Reborn as the Spider who bit Peter Parker

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- It's good to see you too, May. Easy, or you'll strangle me,' I smiled, hugging her back.

It's so nice to be back home. You're always welcome here. There are no mutants who want to kill you or use you for experiments, no mad masters who want to give you strength, and preferably so much that you can't survive it. The world is a scary place where everyone is out to get you or you, so to hell with them all, at home I'll just relax and enjoy the pleasant company.

- Strangle you, of course, such a moose has already grown, so don't talk down to a weak and fragile woman. - May immediately parried all my words, and I only hummed with unconcealed doubt.

- Oh, come on... You're easily the youngest woman in the world. You're my fire! - With a playful wink and a slight embarrassment, I managed to get myself out of the embrace, though I couldn't deny that it felt pretty damn good.

- Flatterer. - with feigned indignation, she punched me lightly in the chest. - Like a rock...' May whispered thoughtfully, then decided to test her hunch by touch. - How long have you been so strong? - She asked suspiciously.

- I've been working out and drying off a bit, as you can see. - I smile innocently, but I immediately try to change the subject to something else, to avoid all the unnecessary questions. - Do we have anything to eat? I'm hungry as a wolf. - I grinned sweetly again, clenching my teeth predatorily.

- Like a wolf? - May asked snidely. - Well, let's go and feed you my sweet wolf. - Smiling radiantly and stroking my head like a cat, she turned round and elegantly departed, leaving me and my slight dissatisfaction with this kind of coddling behind.

What the hell was that? No, I understand everything, but stroking a grown man's head like a kitten? Women. That's why we love them, though, isn't it? With a mental smile, I followed May almost silently. I wondered if it was time for cake and tea, or if there was something more substantial to snack on. That remains to be seen, though, and there's always a cup of coffee and a little chat with Mei.

- How did it go? - She asked me in the interim.

- Not bad...

In my head I remembered how the Lizard had beaten me several times and almost let me go for resources, and then the triumphant appearance of Creed and the explosion in the centre of the city, where I actually blacked out. The important thing is that I'm alive, right? And the rest will come. So let's not talk about sad things. Wrinkling my nose at the painful memories, I immediately saw a thoughtful look that was studying me with undisguised interest. With a mental hum, I said it again.

- Not bad. It was a new experience for me, so you've gained wisdom and become a little stronger. - With a strained smile, I hurried to change the subject again. - And what have you been doing?

- Resolving all the issues with Ozborn about Ozcorp's headquarters,' May sighed tiredly. - You know how insufferable Norman can be, and when it comes to the brainchild of his life. - She smiled strainedly, and I nodded understandingly.

Mr Oz is a bit of a cynic with his own view of life and his own peculiar morals, but what else would you expect from a cynic and a tycoon? So it's all right, and he's a normal man, albeit a bit harsh, but first of all to himself, and he brought up Harry in the same way. And he gave me a platinum card without any unnecessary words, but I didn't really need it, but on the other hand, it was nice to be appreciated and get various bonuses. However, it doesn't mean that I'm ready to work for someone like Osborne or anyone else. I'm too anarchic and proud for that. It might even be easier for me to clean up the finances of a crime boss than to get an official job and work for someone else. And you can't say that I used to be against work, at first I had to work somewhere else, so once I found myself in a factory taking the night shift and working without a break, everyone there is trying to pay you less, as they say, if there was a desire, and the reason will be found, and you should not forget about lunch, you seem to have worked, but we won't pay you! I am not afraid of work, but I have no desire to obey someone, and I consider it normal, because man is a free creature.

We will not consider economic dependence and credit bondage, and is it necessary? However, if the need arises, I will probably find a cosy place in the company of a comrade, but this is an extreme option, and working with or for friends is not always good, because business is a fickle thing, and there is no desire to lose friends because of some seemingly insignificant thing. So, if anything, for their projects, you can and borrow some finances from those who do not need them. Or something to sell, but what? To look for robbers again and take away their loot? So we're back to the first part of the plan, the cycle! However, you can always think of something and not work for someone.

With a mental hum, I settled down in my favourite chair in the kitchen in my usual comfortable and slightly bossy way. But I had no time to enjoy the comfort and cosiness of home as I heard the sound of the door opening. And who the devils brought there? No, I am not against guests, but only those who have received an invitation. Some call this a German approach, but I don't care, because friends would have called first, right? Wouldn't they? Instantly tensing all my muscles, I continued to listen to the sounds. The heavy footsteps seemed familiar for a moment. The army boots and the squeak of reinforced shoes on the parquet gave me a bad idea. So why the hell was he here?

- Long time no see kid... - the teacher smiled dryly. - Ma'am. - A polite nod towards the frozen Mei.

- Tea? - She instantly returned her mask of cold queen. - Peter had just brought the cake. - Her arctic-cold smile was immediately shattered by Creed's indifference, who only nodded curtly.

- Green. - the teacher immediately mouthed. - No sugar, if you please. - Ignoring the cake, he did not forget the basics of decency and asked as politely as possible, which was a little surprising, showing me the courteous side of the master. - I'm watching my figure, you know. - Victor suddenly smiled jokingly, finally breaking my pattern of a perpetually disgruntled and grumbling mentor.

- As you wish. - Mei said in the tone of an ice queen and went to the pantry for green tea.

Waiting until we were out of earshot, Creed smiled predatorily.

- I didn't think you'd be a vigilante so soon, kid, and you'd be fighting Logan before you even recovered. My school. - said the master proudly. - Just don't move before you do. - with an uncharacteristic concern. - I still have a couple of things for you to do. And who can I trust with such a delicate matter as not my apprentice? But first you need to be introduced to the 'family' or don't you want to be a part of it? - The teacher immediately put everything in its place, studying me with a testing look.

Become part of the 'family'? That's what he wrote. And now he's here himself. Oh, there's a reason for all this. I don't suppose it'll come back to bite me in the arse? On the other hand, I've worked with Creed and for Creed before, even though the story with that Balkan wasn't very pleasant, but didn't I already know his family? Or is the cute Eva and that retarded special agent on pills just performers? It all seems too confusing to understand. On the other hand it's all small stuff, the other thing I wonder is how does he know about Logan and the new vigilante? Well, it's best to just ignore it for now, and we'll see. And what's with the whole 'family' thing? What's Creed trying to get me into again? Another war on the streets? Murder for hire? Arena fights? Or something else? You can expect anything from that fellow, though, so you can't be sure of anything with him.

- I don't suppose I can refuse? - I ask the master glumly.

- That's right, kid...' Creed smiled beastly again.

- What are you boys talking about? - May appeared just in time.

- Yes, we are discussing with Peter the importance of 'training' and that he understood our 'curriculum' correctly. - the teacher smiled indifferently and good-naturedly again.

- Is that so? - May was interested. - You'd better tell me why my boy has no skin on his body after your 'training'. - She asked sternly, not at all afraid of the beastly Creed, who suddenly stood up to his full height.

- It was my oversight, ma'am... - the master lowered his head, suddenly recognising my guilt.

And what was that now? I was more than sure that it was easier for him to kill someone than to admit his guilt. What's the saying, though? Don't judge a book by its cover? Although in this case, it seems to fit, albeit with a few nuances. But who cares about Creed's manners? The interesting thing is that May wasn't confused, and she wasn't even embarrassed by the 'repentance' of such a big guy. Her cold gaze was eager to burn a hole in the master's skull. But the teacher didn't care about my family squabbles, so he kept his mask of a wise mentor surrounded by idiots. If I didn't know him better, I would have believed him, but I'd seen him in a lot of other situations, so I knew firsthand how different he could be, though this time he surprised even me. On the other hand the ability to adapt to the situation can sometimes be vital, so everyone has their own way of looking at life and how to live it, but I still didn't understand why so many masks? And where is the real face and not a new mask? And if you think about it, our world is a fucking theatre, where everyone plays a role.

As someone and somewhere said all people play roles, but some of them play themselves, and others play for the public.

Is that a good thing? Who knows? Maybe for some people it is normal, but I have always been pissed off by such hypocrisy and double standards of our society, where something is possible and something is not. Why should anyone define the line beyond which it is no longer allowed? Perhaps, people just do not see it and without proper instruction or punishment they easily step into the abyss of anarchy and lawlessness without seeing that thin line that separates our society from the madness and chaos reigning everywhere. So people, society and our whole civilisation need these rules otherwise everything will simply collapse. People may try to play humanism, but I've seen a lot of crap during my time in this new world. Chaos is everywhere and there's no telling what separates our society from anarchy. Laws, perhaps? Well, they are broken everywhere and they are simply spit on and used only when they are convenient for someone. Religion? There is enough dirt and filth there too, but of a different kind. Someone will say that the state prevents us from falling into anarchy? And this is true, but only partially. The bureaucratic machine with a monopoly on violence is only one of the cogs of the system that manoeuvres between order and relative chaos. If to understand, each of these 'cogs' builds the system that hangs over everyone like a sword of Damocles. Is it only fear that keeps us from chaos? In my opinion, this is both true and not true, because people are complex creatures, so everyone needs a different approach, otherwise the system will not work or will be overwhelmed in a cyclical flow of violence and outlive itself, because all empires die! And the system is only a part of it...

- Then try not to make the same mistakes again. - Mei said with the grandeur of a snow queen in a tone that did not tolerate objections.

After blinking a couple of times, I snapped out of the 'Mind Heights' and returned to the mortal world. After another improvement in my 'suit' I was able to pump up the acceleration of thoughts quite well, and sometimes it can be useful, but sometimes I can go 'a little' in myself because of some small thing, but I'm working on it. However, the upcoming prospects more than cover all possible disadvantages of this development. In time, I will finalise everything, and for now it's not too critical, you think a little 'going a little'? But then it will be somehow not comfortable without all this 'computing' power. On the other hand, you can always build a new 'suit' that will be even better and much more powerful, but is it necessary? In the meantime, let's try out the 'Mind's Wormholes' and reflect on all sorts of trifles and charms of life, drowning in reflection and self-analysis.

- Of course, ma'am. - Creed nodded laconically. - Don't forget about 'training' Peter, I'll be waiting for you in the hall, and now if you'll excuse me I have to go. - The master bowed and quickly left our house.

- What about the tea? - May threw it back at him. - What an ill-mannered savage. - she snorted. - I don't like him. He's too sternly scowling for a teacher, and what can he teach? Except how to win by brute force. - Mei smiled thoughtfully. - And you don't learn from this big guy, all he teaches is just the necessary skills and knowledge. It's easy to end up in jail if you talk to people like that. - she continued with a convincing hum. - Or maybe you want to say something in defence of your master? After all, first impressions can sometimes be deceiving. - Mei smiled radiantly again.

- No. First impressions don't deceive you. He's really dark and stern, but he teaches to the best of his ability, and he's always ready to help, so it's not as bad as it seems, but your first impression was wrong. - I mirrored her smile and continued. - But let's talk about something more pleasant, and we have cake! - Genuinely indignant, I immediately put the water for tea on and went for the ice-cream cake.

- So that's how it is, and I told you back then. - she smiled triumphantly. - It's hard to expect anything else in that neighbourhood, though. By the way, who is he? From his snarling English, I'd say he's Russian or from somewhere in those parts. Maybe the Balkans? Guys from the former Yugoslavia are about as tough as it gets. - she winked at me and went on. - Well, at least someone understands what a woman wants, because I go to yoga and fitness for nothing? Get the cake. - May finished in a playfully permissive manner.

I smiled mentally and quickly found the right dessert, I immediately began to set the table, because I suggested it myself? That meant I had to make amends for my long absence. Soon the tea was boiling. Enjoying the silence and afraid to break it, I didn't hurry to say anything, while May enjoyed the light dessert and green tea. Catching the pleasant moments of the silence, I almost dissolved in it, because with a nice person it's nice to be silent, isn't it? So I savoured every second of it. But soon the cake came to the end, and all the tea was already drunk. But I still didn't hurry to speak, because what are words? They are nothing without emotion, for only they give them the necessary colour and passion, giving them the spark that can plant an idea in someone else's head or a new passion in someone else's soul.

- By the way, did Miss Hardy get through to you after all? - May was the first to break the silence with my most unexpected question.

- Felicia?

- She came round a couple of times, wondering where Parker had gone. - May said, clearly mimicking or quoting someone. - Maybe you could take her to the theatre after all. - she continued abruptly. - Or shall I do it for you? - May said provocatively with a twinkle in her eye. - And how long can you run away from her, Peter? - After a moment she continued more seriously. - If you don't like something, then just break up with her, and if everything is fine, why not go to the opera with the girl? We don't like uncertainty, kid. - May finished wisely.

- Okay, I'll call her, but just for you...' I winked playfully and headed off to bed.