Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

Jean didn't take long to move all her things in. She did grumble at the lack of choice in Homes, but as she was late to the party, so to speak, she didn't have a choice. She chose one of the Homes nearest the entrance, where the old sparring mat used to sit. Everyone else had moved, and the other three in her block were for Shuri, Nakia, and one spare. Gwen, MJ, Felicia, and Liv all moved into one block while Carol, Wanda, Natasha, and Laura were in the top end. The bathhouse was now covered in an extended deck that used to be above Gwens. The hot tub and furniture had been moved and there was plenty of seating in and out of the water for everyone.

Everyone settled and moved in, and it was time to discuss the second warehouse. For once, with all the work done, the whole group had gathered. 

Natasha had planned to spend the day with everyone to make sure they were up to her standards. Cindy and Eddie had been training but had yet to be certified. There was one more matter to deal with. Nakia was arriving.

Jean had been granted permission to set a portal ADAAM in the warehouse and had already set it up. Shuri had provided coordinates where it could be used, without starting any incidents.

At a preset time, the machine was started and a portal blinked into existence. Through it, Peter could see Shuri and a very angry-looking African Sorceress. This was an official meeting, so Peter bit the inside of his cheek when he saw her. If Steven went overboard with the ren fair D&D look, then he had nothing on the huge African woman. She was decorated with tribal beads, a headdress, and a huge spear, all assorted bones. There was traditional garb, and then there was what this woman was wearing. Peter wondered if she could even move without sounding like a percussion band. However, he kept those comments to himself. She was a Shaman, an important leader to the Wakandans, and she would take anything as an insult. Stephen might joke and laugh about his uniform, but Peter still kept them fairly civil. They were both still respected leaders, and not to be made fun of.

Peter could sense the Vibranium all over her, and as she cast a wary eye over him, Peter smiled. The woman tutted and didn't introduce herself. “You may keep your portal, but if we sense any other magicks we will end the practitioner.” She swished her huge animal hide cloak and walked away, back through her own portal.

He smiled at Nakia who looked at the portal hesitantly, “I however will not be using it. Unless you would like to explain why an undocumented woman is living with you?”

As she smiled at Peter, he shrugged. “See you when your plane arrives,” he tossed her a phone which she deftly caught. “Numbers are all preprogrammed,” he said as he waved while it closed.

It was a day later Nakia called, her flight was in and Natasha volunteered to get her. They had a small rivalry already as they had discussed a training program. Both were proud warriors, and both were unrelenting on just how good their skill was. Now that Nakia was officially part of AIM, they wanted to have an official spar. One that would cement their position.

They were busy in the centre square. A reinforced sparring mat that could take their Enhanced fighting styles. They were going over rules, for fighting with weapons, and unarmed before each match. This wasn't a stupid grudge, it was a true test of their abilities, and the pair were loving every moment of it.

Leaving Nakia with Natasha, they had assembled everyone. Eddie was out for this one. He would be fitted separately, while the women all got their armour checked. Cindy, Laura, and Carol were all being fitted for the Mark Three armour today.

Liv was busy going over sensor data. The armour had several transmitters plugged in, and Cindy was going through a set of basic tests. Liv was using her tablet to monitor the suit, and making sure the internals were functioning. While she was checking the internals, Peter was making sure the suits fit.

Cindy stretched, ran on the spot, and threw out punches and kicks. After she was done, It was all test data that let her make alterations based on each person's fighting style. Eventually, everyone was getting one, even if they were not a fighter.

Peter was busy running a diagnostic on Cindy’s armour. Her new bond with Ghost was going well, and while she had rebuffed Gwen, they were still friends. As far as Peter knew, the atmosphere in the newly decorated second warehouse was pleasant. 

“Yeah, not doing that, not with your hand on my ass and your fingers closer to my grand canyon than I’d ever wanted.” Cindy crossed her arms and huffed. “It's Ghost,” she mumbled, and Peter stopped, moving both his hands away from her,

“Uh, what?” he asked, making sure he had heard correctly.

“It’s Ghost okay, she isn't, she’s not.” Cindy sighed. “She misses you, she wants you to hug her, and uh, oh I am going to fucking kill you, you shit.” Peter was sure he heard laughter. "She misses having her belly rubbed when she was on that rat. You made her promise not to push me into bed, but she still likes,” she waved a hand around, ”the other stuff.”

Peter grinned, “does Cindy want her belly tickled?” He laughed and rolled as she swiped at his head.

“I will fucking kill you,” Cindy hissed at him. “Just, fit the armour, take your time, and don't worry about where your hands are, okay?” she said, and Peter caught the slight blush on her face, “but hands, I feel anything else and I’ll let Ghost eat it.”

Peter laughed and rolled back to his feet. “Ghost wouldn't 'eat it', Ghost would be too busy enjoying herself," Peter said with quotes. "And we can talk about boundaries first, with both of you." Peter stood up and sighed. “I already said Liv could do this and you said, ‘hell no, let that loser get a grip on a real woman for once’. So quit complaining when I haven't even touched you, or accept that you actually don't mind where my hands are."

Cindy huffed, "I don't, just," Cindy crossed her arms, "Just don't get any ideas."

Natasha and Nakia stood on the mat across from one another. After a brief discussion, Natasha came over to Peter. “Hey, not to interrupt this sizzling sexual tension, but can we find someone to host Widow? It's not fair on Nakia otherwise.” 

Peter shrugged. “We don't have anyone. The only one without a Symbiote is Gwen, and she's at work. I doubt Eddie wants to host,” he laughed.

Cindy shrugged and looked at Natasha. “Isn't your sister somewhere?” She asked her. 

Natasha groaned. “Yes, but I really don't want to.” Peter raised an eyebrow. “My sister. My off-limits already making my life hell about things, sister.” 

Peter shrugged “It’s not like I care. I'm not touching anyone else.” Cindy looked down as Peter had his hand on her thigh, altering the dimensions for a test plate. “Shush or I’ll mention-” Cindy pointed a finger at him and glared while Peter smirked and shrugged. “See, go ahead. She’s made a few comments, but really, she’s harmless.”

Natasha groaned and picked up her phone, “Sis, I need you to host Widow again.”

"I'll be right out," they heard someone yell and Yelena walked out of her apartment naked.

“Shit, sis?” Natasha shot out two splats of webbing covering her groin and chest. "I thought we told everyone to scoot for the day. What are you doing?"

“What, I was bored, and ugh, not shopping with mom and dad. So I was just reading."

"I meant the clothes, Why are you naked?"

"She ate my clothes last time, and I liked that shirt, plus I don't care. Hey Peter, hey Olivia,” Yelena waved. “Ugh, of all the people I want to get me sticky, I didn’t want it to be you. You're not my type.” 

Natasha groaned “See, this is why.”

Yelena moved over and hugged her. “Aww, you love me, give me kisses.”

Natasha put a hand on her face, pushing her away. “You're naked, yuck.” As she pushed her Widow spilt from her hand and covered Yelena in the thick black bodysuit. Natasha pulled back and was left standing in her underwear.

“See, and you have clothes, how is that fair?” Yelena complained.

“Widow likes me,” Natasha said with a shrug.

“She likes me too. And I really liked that shirt. You should take me shopping in Italy next time, oh and Mom too. Dad, yeah, we can leave him at home.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “Thanks Widow. Of all the things you had to tell her.”

Yelena shrugged as Widow changed into a white t-shirt and black jeans. “Hey, Cindy right? Natasha’s sister, but not really.” Cindy looked confused. “Uh, sleeper agents for a secret Russian spy organisation. We were pretending to be an American family.”

Cindy shrugged. “Yeah, don't care. Shopping in Italy? Since when do we have a jet?”

Peter shook his head. “We don't, and we ask nicely.”

Yelena moved over and sat next to Peter, “yeah, I want to talk about that as well.”

Peter looked up from the tablet, “Learning magic?”

Yelena laughed. “No, stupid. Moving into the bigger house next door. Not for you know, hanky panky stuff but, I want to spend more time with Natasha,” Yelena explained.

Peter shook his head, and moved his hands around Cindy's waist, adjusting the plates. “Sorry, it's family only.”

Yelena shrugged. “I don't mind. Widow tells me everything anyway, mister my dick is nearly nine inches long. Who cares? What I do care about is my idiot father forgetting to leave a flag out and walking in on him floating naked in the pool. I do care that my mother, who might love my dad a lot, seems to also like Ivan, and you are a stupid bad influence on them.”

Peter looked up at Yelena. “Your mom, your dad and Ivan?”

Yelena nodded, “Seems Peter Parker's little sexcapades have opened a hill of worms.”

Peter shook his head, “That feel better?”

As Cindy twisted, she nodded. “Still catches on the inseam, but it's smoother now.”

Peter nodded and moved his hands, loosening the plate and sliding it a few millimetres. “Try now,”

As he moved back, Cindy stretched and tilted forward into a handstand. “Better.”

Peter nodded. “I need permission, and you can't say anything. It's family. We get naked, have sex, and treat it like one giant apartment. This is more like an apartment block, so I’ll be having a word with Alexei, but next door is a home, one big home.”

Yelena frowned, shrugged and then nodded. “I know I know, Widow remember? but also a Black Widow. No shame, no conscience, and you know, not interested anyway. Her? Yes. You? Not so much, I mean, if I was bored or the batteries ran out, then sure, but to date, eugh, no thanks. And I don't care, I mean, it's just my tits and my pussy, you have,” she tapped on her fingers, "nine. Horndog. I don't think I'd even register unless I waved it in your face."

Peter raised an eyebrow, “thanks, nice pep talk. But it's up to the others, not just me, Natasha might have an objection.” He looked up and he saw the same look on Cindy's face. "Go on."

Cindy crossed her arms, "I mean, everyone's older. Eddies old, and her parents..." She bit her bottom lip, "I'd kinda like some company my age."

"Yeah, and everything else?" Peter asked her, and her cheeks did pink slightly.

"I have Ghost, I already know what you've done, and to who. Shit, I don't care, your fingers were close enough that one flick and I'd." Cindy growled, "Goddammit Ghost, do not make me say shit like that." Cindy seemed to be having a small argument. "Ghost makes me comfortable around you. I know you'd never cross that line, and you'd make damn sure if I ever did you'd want to know it wasn't Ghost." She huffed, "I trust you okay. There fine, see, happy?" Peter knew she was talking to Ghost, and not him.

Yelena looked over at Natasha and Naki, who were in a tangle of limbs. Natasha had Nakia on the mat with both her arms pinned while he struck her face. They were only light taps to represent a blow. As she flicked her nose, Nakia patted the mat and Natasha rolled off her and offered her a hand up.

Yelena frowned and shrugged, “Natasha will be fine, even if she is grumpy. I mean, she did give me Widow. So how upset can she be at her little sister knowing all her naughty things?” Peter laughed,

“Point taken. Right,” and he looked over at Nakia who was standing with her arms crossed, scowling. “Get Alexei and your mom. We’ll do the power removal and rebonding over the next few days. Nakia first though, before she breaks something.”

“I can hear you, and she cheated.”

Peter sprang to his feet and smiled. “It was never fair to begin with. Nat’s got what fifteen years on you, plus she trains with Logan, who’s I dunno, a hundred or something, and Steve. She’s got the new Formula, and even without Widow that gives her an edge. It was never fair to begin with.”

“So why the humiliation?” Nakia scowled at him.

“So you can get the Extremis as well, and training with Nat and Logan, and maybe Steve. No point in guessing how well trained you are when we can actually gauge it.” Peter moved over to her, “Plus, we need to fit you for armour, and a new spear.”

Nakia frowned as she looked at the shorts and form-fitting sports top she had on, “I cannot wear my Dora uniform?”

Peter shook his head. “You’re not allowed, remember?” She nodded but frowned. “Plus, there is also one important piece of information you forgot about the fight.”

Natasha came back over, offering Nakia a water bottle, which she took graciously.

“Watching two toned and very attractive women spar was hot.”