Sol Soria stared at the bloodied ground, her face caught between anger and disbelief. Around her, the bodies of her comrades lay still. She turned slowly toward Rick Flag, eyes sharp.
"Typical Americans," she said bitterly. "Just run in, guns blazing."
"I know," Flag muttered, looking around at the damage. "This is… messed up. These guys, they're—"
"I'm sorry, but this wasn't our fault… completely," Peter cut in, stepping forward.
"Soldier, stand down!" Flag barked.
"Soldier?" Peter raised an eyebrow under the mask. "Name's Spider-Man, Flag. Remember it." He pulled his mask off, his tone shifting from defensive to firm. "Yeah, we screwed up — big time — by killing your people. But none of us did it for fun. Waller ordered us to take out everything that moved, except you. Imagine our surprise when we find you two having tea in the middle of the chaos."
The air went dead quiet. No one dared speak. The rest of the team looked between Peter and Sol, surprised that he was standing up for them so openly.
Sol's expression softened just a little. Her eyes stayed fixed on Peter. "I… understand," she finally said. "If I'm being honest, I've done some ugly things too. Had to, to take Luna out of power." She stepped closer, her tone dropping slightly. "Maybe we just got lucky — a team of metahumans showing up when I need them most."
Her gaze lingered on Peter, assessing him, but also teasing him a little. "After all," she added, "Luna and Suárez murdered my whole family. I'd make a deal with the Devil to stop them. So… maybe I'll settle for you instead."
Peter blinked, a little thrown off by her tone but trying to keep it professional. "Uh… right. Well, I guess we're on the same side then."
"That's… great. That's great news," Rick Flag said awkwardly, not entirely sure what he'd just witnessed.
The others noticed the tension too — especially Ratcatcher, who suddenly felt something twist inside her chest when she saw the way Sol looked at Peter. Her brows furrowed. Wait… is that jealousy?
"So…" Sol said, brushing some dirt from her shoulder. "Wanna come to my hut? We can… discuss the details of the plan."
"Ye—" Rick started, but Sol interrupted smoothly.
"Actually, Rick, I meant Spider-Man." She smiled, tilting her head slightly.
Peter hesitated only a moment before catching on. "Right," he said, putting the mask back halfway over his head as he walked past Flag, who just stood there blinking.
As soon as they stepped inside the hut, Sol closed the curtain behind them with a lazy flick of her wrist. The dim light fell over her face, highlighting a faint smirk.
"Well," she said softly, turning to face him. "Looks like I've got my own personal superhero for the night."
Peter exhaled, realizing this might not just be a "tactical meeting" after all.
Inside the hut, Sol walked closer to Peter with her hips moving in a sensual rhythm, her movements were fluid and confident.
Suddenly, she reached out, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of Peter's mask. "You know, I've always found superheroes intriguing, Spider-Man. The way someone can do so much and stay hidden nonetheless."
Goddamn, she is making me have a boner right now. Thought Peter as he sensed how the pelvis part of his suit had just become a lot more tight.
Peter swallowed, trying to keep his composure. "I... I am not a hero technically."
Sol's smile widened, and she stepped even closer, her body almost touching his. "Really? Well, I don't care, you are pretty handsome and that's enough, I have been so lonely lately, not even Flag being the eyecandy he is, was capable of taking me to bed," she whispered, her breath warm against his cheek. "But I think you are going to be a diferent story, don't you think so guapo?"
Peter felt a shiver run down his spine, a mix of anticipation and nervousness. "Maybe," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sol's hand moved from his mask to his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his suit. "You're tense," she murmured. "Relax. I will take care of everything."
With that, she leaned in, her lips meeting his in a soft, lingering kiss. Peter hesitated for a moment, then kissed her back, his arms wrapping around her waist. Sol's hands roamed over his back, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
As they broke apart, Sol's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I've wanted to do that with a handsome man like you for a long time," she admitted, a playful smirk on her lips. "You're not so bad for an american."
Peter chuckled, a bit of his usual humor returning. "And you're not so bad for a..." He hesitated, not sure what to call her.
"A dangerous woman?" Sol supplied, her voice laced with amusement. "I've been called worse."
She took his hand and led him to a nearby couch, pulling him down beside her. "You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to be with someone who understands the weight of having so much blood in your hands."
Peter nodded, his fingers intertwining with hers. "I know what you mean. It's... isolating sometimes."
Sol's expression softened, and she leaned in, her forehead resting against his. "Then let's not be alone," she whispered. "Let's just be us."
And with that, she kissed him again, her hands exploring his body, her touch both gentle and demanding. Peter responded eagerly, his own hands roaming over her curves, feeling the strength and warmth of her. The rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the heat of the moment, finding solace and passion in each other's arms.
Sol's kiss grew more intense, her lips pressing firmly against Peter's as her hands roamed over his body, tracing the lines of his suit, feeling the muscles beneath. Peter responded eagerly, his own hands exploring her curves, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her clothes.
The dim light of the hut cast a warm glow over their bodies as they moved together, their breaths mingling, their hearts racing. Sol's fingers found the edge of Peter's mask, gently pulling it off to reveal his face. She traced her fingers along his jawline, her touch soft and teasing.
"You're beautiful, Spiderman," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. "So strong too."
Peter's hands slid under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her back, pulling her closer. "And you're incredible, Sol," he murmured, his lips finding her neck, kissing and nibbling gently.
Sol's shirt came off, revealing her toned, tanned body. Peter's eyes roamed over her, appreciating every curve and line. She smiled, a playful glint in her eyes, and pushed him back onto the couch, straddling him.
"Let me take the lead," she said, a smirk playing on her lips. Her hands moved to his suit, deftly unzipping and pulling it off, revealing his muscular frame. Peter's breath hitched as she leaned down, her lips trailing kisses down his chest, her hands exploring every inch of him.
Outside, the team waited, their voices a low murmur, unaware of the passion unfolding inside the hut.
Sol's hands moved to Peter's belt, unbuckling it with skilled fingers. Peter's hips lifted, helping her slide his pants off. He reached for her, pulling her down on top of him, their bodies pressing together, skin to skin. Sol's breath caught as she felt him, hard and ready, against her thigh.
"Peter..." she whispered, her voice a mix of desire and need. "I want you."
Peter's hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. Sol arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. He rolled them over, pinning her beneath him, his body covering hers.
"And I want you, Sol," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "More than you know."
Their bodies moved together, a dance of passion and need. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The hut filled with the sounds of their love, a symphony of desire and release, a moment of pure, unadulterated passion.
(Meanwhile, outside the hut…)
Outside the hut, the team stood in awkward silence. The sounds coming from inside were… unmistakable. The jungle's day chorus fell away, replaced by rhythmic noises that made everyone's faces slowly twist in disbelief.
Bloodsport was the first to sigh. "You gotta be kidding me."
Peacemaker grinned ear to ear. "Oh, he's not kidding. Man's scoring points with the local leader. Respect."
Ratcatcher crossed her arms tightly, her boot kicking a rock aside. "Unbelievable," she muttered under her breath. "We're supposed to be working, and he's—ugh." She looked away toward the trees, trying to hide the warmth in her face. "So unprofessional."
Bloodsport glanced sideways at her, half-smirking. "You okay there, Cleo?"
"I'm fine," she snapped, a little too quickly. "Just… gross. That's all."
From beside them, Nanaue blinked, his huge head tilting toward the hut. "Friends… fighting?"
"No, buddy," said Peacemaker, struggling not to laugh. "That's not fighting."
"Then… eating?" asked Nanaue hopefully.
Everyone froze.
Bloodsport groaned. "In a way, big guy. In a way."
A particularly loud sound made Ratcatcher flinch and look at the ground. "Oh my god, they're still going," she whispered, embarrassed and annoyed all at once.
Rick Flag rubbed the back of his neck, frowning toward the hut. "Who even is that guy? Waller never told me about a Spider-Man."
"New recruit," said Bloodsport dryly. "Guess he's good at team-building exercises."
Peacemaker snorted. "That's one way to win local support."
Nanaue blinked again, still confused. "Spider-man… make lady happy?"
Ratcatcher exhaled sharply. "Apparently, yes. Very."
Polka-Dot Man sighed, muttering, "I hate this team."
Flag pinched the bridge of his nose, completely lost for words. "We're supposed to be rescuing me, not turning this into a soap opera."
Another loud noise echoed from inside, followed by what could only be described as a giggle.
Peacemaker clapped his hands once. "Alright, mission accomplished. Let's give Romeo and Juliet their privacy."
Bloodsport started walking off first. "Yeah, before Nanaue starts asking more questions."
"Spider-man strong," Nanaue said with a little grin.
Ratcatcher stayed behind for a moment, looking back at the hut, arms crossed again. "Strong doesn't mean good," she muttered, before finally following the others into the jungle shadows.
Flag just shook his head as he trailed after them. "I don't even wanna know what I'm supposed to write in the mission report for this."
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