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Gwen, Mary, and Liz were stunned as they witnessed Peter's new abilities. Right now, he looked like a character straight out of a fantasy film.
"There's still more." Peter said with a smirk.
The moment those words left his lips, his body began to distort, as if reality itself was shifting. Within seconds, two identical copies of Peter emerged from him, standing at his sides.
"What!?" X3
The three girls could only gape in disbelief. In front of them stood three Peters, each one a perfect replica of the original.
"W-Who's the real one?" Gwen was the first to ask, her voice filled with shock.
"We all are." The three Peters said in perfect unison, their voices overlapping.
Before the girls could fully process what was happening, the three Peters retracted their claws and additional limbs. Then, each one stepped forward, wrapping an arm around one of the girls, pulling them close, and resting a firm hand on their waists.
"You don't need to be so surprised." The Peter holding Gwen said, his voice smooth and reassuring, "This is one of my abilities—I can create clones of myself. But they aren't just illusions or separate beings. We share one mind, one soul. I am them, and they are me."
As he explained, Liz, Gwen, and Mary slowly absorbed his words. It was bizarre, almost surreal, but after everything they had already seen Peter do, they could only accept it.
"Well, that's... actually kinda amazing." Liz admitted, recovering from her initial shock.
"It's crazy, but at this point, I believe anything when it comes to you." Gwen said with a chuckle.
Mary smirked, "So does that mean you can kiss us all at the same time?"
The Peters shared a glance before grinning.
"Oh, absolutely."
Before any of the girls could react, the three Peters leaned in, capturing their lips in synchronized, passionate kisses.
"Mmmm~💋💋💋"
"Hnnnnn~💋💋💋"
"Hmmm~💋💋💋"
Their bodies melted into the embrace, their lips moving in perfect rhythm. Peter could feel the pleasure coursing through him from three perspectives at once, and it sent shivers down his spine. The sensation of kissing three beautiful women simultaneously was almost overwhelming.
But as much as he wanted to indulge, he knew this wasn't the right time. Reluctantly, all three Peters pulled back, their lips separating with soft, lingering sounds.
"We'll continue this later." He promised.
The girls pouted at first but eventually relented.
With a deep breath, the three Peters merged back into one, and Peter quickly put his shirt back on. Then, he reached into his school bag and pulled out three sleek suits which he got from the system.
"Now, choose your suits."
"Whoa!" Liz gasped, her eyes widening as she touched the material.
"These are incredible." Gwen whispered in awe. The fabric was soft yet incredibly durable, unlike anything she had ever felt before.
Mary grinned as she examined the colors, "I want the red one." She chose the classic red-and-blue suit.
"I'll take the white one." Gwen said, picking the Ghost-Spider suit.
"Guess that means I get the black one." Liz smirked, holding up the sleek red-and-black suit.
Peter nodded, "Alright, suit up. Once you're ready, we move."
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In Peter's house, an entirely different kind of surprise was unfolding.
"Oh... shit." May whispered, staring at the pregnancy test kit in her trembling hands.
Two red lines.
Her breath hitched.
"I'm... pregnant." She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
A storm of emotions swirled inside her—shock, fear, guilt, and something else she couldn't quite place.
"What should I do now?" She asked herself, her heart pounding in her chest.
Should she tell Peter? Could she?
Her grip on the test tightened as she bit her lip, unsure of her next move.
Elsewhere, inside Oscorp's high-security research lab, a lone scientist stirred.
"Ugh... my head..." Dr. Connors groaned, his eyes fluttering open after hours of unconsciousness.
He pushed himself off the cold floor, his mind groggy, his body aching.
And then he felt it.
His missing arm.
"What...?"
His breath hitched as he turned to look.
His left arm—the one he had lost—was there, fully there.
Covered in a strange, greenish, scaly film, it looked unnatural, yet undeniably his.
He exhaled sharply, his body trembling.
"I can't believe it." He whispered before bursting into a crazed laugh, his voice echoing through the lab.
With shaking hands, he peeled away the outer shell, revealing the muscular limb underneath. It felt strong. More than just human.
"I have to tell Mr. Osborn... personally." He muttered, hastily throwing on his lab coat before rushing out of the lab, his mind racing with possibilities.
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Standing on the rooftop of a towering building, Peter addressed the three girls, their new suits clinging perfectly to their bodies.
"Alright, tonight, we all will go in different directions." He declared.
"But why?" Mary asked, frowning. Liz nodded in agreement.
Peter smirked, but before he could answer, Gwen stepped in.
"So we can learn to be independent. To handle situations on our own, make our own decisions." She said, glancing at Peter for confirmation.
Peter's smile widened beneath his mask, "Exactly."
Liz and Mary exchanged glances before nodding in understanding.
It made sense. They couldn't always rely on Peter to lead them. There might come a time when he wouldn't be there—however unlikely that seemed—and they had to be ready.
"Alright." Mary finally said, "Let's do it." and Liz also agreed with her.
A moment later, four figures in different-colored suits launched into the night, swinging across the city skyline, each heading in a different direction.
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Deep in Hell's Kitchen, a lone figure in a red-and-black Spider suit swung between buildings, moving like a shadow through the night.
He was Peter, not like you all don't know this.
As he patrolled the area, his enhanced hearing picked up the sounds of distress.
"Haha, hey, beauty, wanna have some fun with us?" A man with a tattooed face sneered, standing in front of a beautiful red-haired woman.
Two more thugs flanked him, their grins predatory.
"P-Please, let me go!" The woman pleaded, stepping backward in fear.
"Don't be scared." The tattooed man chuckled, moving closer, "I'll treat you real nice."
The woman's back hit a wall. She was trapped.
"Boss, once you're done with her, let us have some fun too." One of the goons chuckled.
The tattooed man grinned, nodding. "Of course—"
SPLURT!
Thud! Thud!
His words were cut off.
The two men behind him collapsed, their heads hitting the pavement with dull thuds.
Blood pooled beneath them.
"What the—?!"
The leader spun around, his eyes widening in horror.
A figure in black and red suit stood behind the fallen men, his glowing red claw dripping with blood.
Peter tilted his head, his voice smooth yet chilling.
"Let's have some fun."