"No, I'm a witch and all that, but there's no way I can turn THIS into a skinny fifteen-year-old girl!" – Morbius walked around Mary Jane, who was standing in front of her, and grabbed her tits from behind, emphasising the importance of her words.
"Come on, Mikaela! I need to take Spider-Man's place at the party! It's a matter of life and death!
"Can I bite her instead of answering? Then the questions of life and death will disappear by themselves.
"No way!" I replied. "Morbis, what's the problem? In movies, teenagers are played by actors who are at least twenty-five years old!"
"I'm telling you, it's magic!" replied the vampire.
"But you have wings just like a fairy! Cast a spell so I can be like Spider-Man!" Mary continued to persuade me.
"It's the magic of cinema, not some kind of voodoo! If you need to change your appearance in real life, find another magician, there are so many of them around these days...
"But you haven't even tried!
"Why try? I know the size of the costume, I have three of them in my wardrobe. It WON'T FIT. Why do you even need to dress up, what, is it no fun to fuck without costumes?
"Remember we were talking about Mysterio? Mary needs to talk to her.
"Awesome plan, Peter, as reliable as Swiss cheese!
"There was a clock in the original," I pointed out.
"You've got cheese! Swiss cheese," I said, meaning the kind with holes in it.
"So, you want to swap one spider for another during the commotion, and when it's time for the superhero landings and other camera work, your girlfriend should be there?
"I haven't thought that far ahead, I only got as far as the photo of Spider-Man in civilian clothes, and I had some doubts.
"Small? They're so 'small' that I want her in a porn studio first, and then in my bed!
"Well, work some magic and I'll invite you over for dinner with a sequel." – Morbis needs a little motivation.
"Okay, fine, let's say she did. For example, Gwen Stacy changed a lot over the summer..."
"It's June, and she hasn't lived for the last five years." – Mary rejected the option.
"Gwen Stacy?
"My former classmate, she took on the superhero name Spider-Man and believes that no one knows her real name.
"So Iron Lady has been reborn as Spider-Man," the vampire said with a completely serious expression.
"Oh, right, because they were soulmates, otherwise how else would you explain why Tonya never got married?" Mary enthusiastically agreed.
"And when the two halves of the soul were united in one body, she went from omega to alpha! Genius!" Morbius was genuinely delighted with what she had said, as if it solved all our problems.
"I don't understand a thing, and I'm proud of it," I voiced my thoughts.
"No, that's obviously overkill, but in general... If you don't let Gwen Stacy appear in public in her costume, and Mary plays Spider-Man from the beginning, then either no one will notice the change in her size, or they'll think it's normal! At least based on the explanation we just came up with.
"Oh, so someone might actually believe this nonsense?
"Of course!" Mary was surprised by my ignorance.
"Think about it, Tony Stark is loved by everyone, even after the Decimation, and now he's dead. People want to believe that it's not true, that their beloved Iron Lady will rise again or come back somehow. And it was Tony who brought Spider-Woman into the Avengers. There were rumours that she was grooming her to be her replacement. By the way, Mary, you're wrong, Tony had a husband.
"It wasn't on TV, so it doesn't count.
"That's true, they did it very quietly, only a couple of publications leaked out.
"How does that explain the extra half a metre in height and the curvy figure?" I continued to argue my point.
"Well, these jokes about a lesbian universe where there are no men at all and people are divided into large, curvaceous 'alpha' women and small, flat 'omega' women don't really fit into the story, but they're still relevant. We need to come up with something more realistic so that everyone will believe it.
"Oh, Peter, I've been meaning to ask you, are you going to put boobs on your costume?
"Definitely!" exclaimed Morbius.
"Why?" I asked in surprise.
"So we don't have to explain to everyone why a man is fighting," Mary replied.
"We're not combining the bodies of superheroes, just their costumes! We can add height and bulk with metal, and paint them Spider-Man colours, and everyone will immediately understand who it is," concluded the vampire heiress.
***
Damn, she dropped us off a couple of blocks from an elite restaurant just a kilometre from the strait separating New Ark from Manhattan. We'll have to get back on our own, thankfully there's another bridge that's not controlled by Queenpin. It's too early for guests to show up at the restaurant, but for those who are planning to attack them, now is the most important time, the last chance to sneak into the building as it bustles with preparations for the holiday. Of course, security will double-check everything, but first of all, it's unclear who they'll be checking for, since at least one diversion must be planned, and secondly, the attackers may have superpowers that will nullify all the efforts of the guards.
Morbius kindly provided clothing for all participants in the operation. Iron Lady's painted suit lay in a briefcase, and it was the real Tony Stark suit, an early version of portable armour. Deprived of weapons and powerful servo drives, unable to fly, it could be placed in a briefcase and put on by itself, without screwdrivers, wrenches, or even hands. Open the briefcase, put your hand in the starting position, and in ten seconds your body would be covered with metal plates.
Mary received all the clothes associated with this briefcase, namely a strict business suit and soft shoes without heels. This is exactly what Tonya wore in the opening scene of the film Boss of the Gym, shot at the Morbius studio. The Iron Lady entered the locker room, took off her jacket, and at that moment Betty Barnes, a super soldier with an iron arm, appeared on screen. Dressed in crossed leather straps across her bare chest, Betty declared that this gym was only for superheroes and that Tonya had come to the wrong changing room, but for three hundred bucks she could count on some iron fisting. Tonya looked contemptuously at the super soldier, told her to go to hell, and put on a costume from a suitcase, after which a superhero fight began, smoothly transitioning into lesbian sex.
Snezhana dressed in a tight-fitting, elastic jumpsuit in urban camouflage colours. She was the only one who didn't need to appear in public today, so she carried two holsters with weapons for extra protection. — a powerful pistol against superheroes and a mini-Uzi against people, and a clawed glove was attached to her back. The steel claws were not as sharp or strong as her natural ones, but they were much longer and did not require intense sexual arousal to use. Her face was covered by a cat mask so that any accidental witnesses could dismiss her protruding ears and long tail as elements of a military-style cat girl cosplay. Her body was now in perfect balance between a lustful animal and a grumpy human, strong enough to flip a car, intelligent enough not to attack any penis owner.
And then there was me, an ordinary schoolboy dressed in whatever I had found in my wardrobe that morning, namely baggy trousers and a T-shirt with a print of the new Spider-Man, who would be revealed to the world by Mary Jane in a couple of hours. This image was also part of the plan. Wendy was also hanging on me, brazenly taking advantage of her status as a bride. I decided not to take any additional abilities; reliability is more important to me right now than combat power. For the same reasons, I didn't take any weapons, not even a small folding knife.
I patted myself on the thigh and sand fell out. I had warned Mary in advance that ageing was not a topic for jokes, so Wendy went on reconnaissance in complete silence. For communication, she carried a small bead, which the other girls wore in their ears. Snezhana, as the most experienced commander, took charge of coordination, but I made the decisions based on the information we received. I had no direct communication with the girls, but they could call me on my phone. A schoolboy suddenly grabbing his ear and starting to whisper something looks much more suspicious than if someone had called him.
Wendy found something strange and began to report to Snezhana, who relayed it to me.
"Ten combat drones similar to those that attacked the Ghost house have been detected, ready for take-off. Destroy them?
"No way! Have Wendy put some sand in them, but not enough to damage anything. If we don't like how the drones behave, we'll destroy them, but not before then" — we can't scare off Mysterio.
We quietly approached the restaurant. The party was to be held outdoors, and a stage had been set up on the terrace in front of the building for the guests. Wendy felt a strong sense of revulsion, although I found the place quite beautiful. Snezhana climbed onto the roof of a neighbouring house and called me from there:
"Wendy found Carl Morgenthau half a kilometre from here, deep inland. She doesn't know how to determine coordinates and direction using a clock face, Peter! Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?
"Er, I didn't even think about that. By the way, I don't know how to do it either, just like Mary, most likely.
"A lost generation, what can I say...
"Tell me what our old friend is doing now.
"He's looking at his phone, moving his fingers sometimes. Can we destroy it?
"We could, but we don't need to.
"He brought Captain America to you!
"And the captain wanted to kill him. I can't carry out her orders, can I?
"Then what shall we do?
"Call Wendy back and come down, there's still some time before the show starts. Let's all go and talk.
We walked around the restaurant without hiding and went down the empty sidewalk, and when we approached the terrorists' hideout, they were already waiting for us. They had spotted us long before we came into view. Wendy saw people bustling about from two hundred metres away. She could see much further once we had established a steady connection, and I could hear all her emotions, not just those directed at me.
"Get out of here, Parker, we don't have time for you right now!" I heard from behind the door I was about to knock on.
"Can't you spare a moment for your old friends, Carl? "We have an important mission, and it's about to begin!
"Oh, so you're here on business? Why isn't your cool symbol, the red palm with the lines, painted anywhere here?
I whispered to Wendy to draw it on the road, big enough to be seen from a distance.
"Conspiracy, Peter. You wouldn't understand.
"You're damn right about that.
"What?" The door opened and a red-haired mess jumped out. "Come in quickly!"
He had been informed about the brick dust forming a picture on the road. Several women in camouflage rushed out of other doors, armed with ordinary brooms, and began to clear the road, but a dozen metres of the road would remain red for a long time.
"Are you kidding me?
"No, I'm just as polite as you are.
"Fine. Come in, make yourselves comfortable, I'll bring some juice and biscuits. Is that better?
"Just tell me what the hell you're up to.
"To kidnap Harry Osborn.
"I see. Well, you failed, so pack your things and run back to your hole.
"Why didn't it work out?
"Because kidnapping Osborn goes against my plans. And weren't you the one who assured me that your main enemy was Vella Fisk? Why do you need the heir to her last rival?
"Rival? Norma Osborn surrendered shortly after she was driven out of New York! We'll make her continue the war, one way or another.
I could hear the emotion in his voice. He was angry at me, but much more so at Fisk and Osborn. That didn't guarantee that he was telling the truth, but it made it more believable.
"Let's say I believe you again. You're still getting in my way.
"Well, that's even easier to solve..." he said and swung at my face.
The terrorist moved quickly, but I managed to dodge by leaning back. He immediately struck again, this time with his fist to my stomach, which I couldn't dodge, but Snezhana caught his arm. The force of the blow was such that it knocked the cat girl back a foot.
"Surrender," said Kral.
Four shotguns and two assault rifles with underbarrels were pointed at us from both sides. The Flag Crushers took up their positions like true professionals; if they started shooting, they wouldn't hit either the commander or each other.
"Surrender yourselves! I can kill you instantly without moving from this spot," I lied.
"You have three seconds!" insisted Carl.
"I don't want bloodshed. Maybe we're still working on the same thing.
"Two seconds! What do you suggest?"
"Let's settle this with a duel?
"One second! I'm not going to get into a fight with you in the mud.
"Then send a fighter against my cat. Or are there no strong female warriors here?
Karl raised his hand to give the command "Fire," but a large Asian woman approached him from behind and placed her hand on his. They exchanged glances, and Karl said:
"All right, let's do it. A fight without weapons, no crippling moves, until one of the fighters surrenders.
We went down to the basement so as not to make any noise. The terrorist unbuttoned her jacket and took a belt out of her pocket, which she used to tie her military uniform like a kimono. Carl stood behind her, and I stood behind Snezhana. She stood in a relaxed pose at the edge of a bright circle outlined by a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. In reality, the light bulb had no shade, but for added drama, I made one out of dust. The Asian woman took a few steps in place, accompanying them with movements of her hands, and stood in a fighting stance.
"Omae wa mo shindeiru!" the terrorist growled menacingly.
"Nyah?" Snezhana replied. "I just don't know any more Japanese."
The Asian woman approached slowly, and Snezhana bent down, leaning on her hands and arching her back, raising her ponytail higher, then straightened her legs, stretching like a cat. Her opponent did not fall for the trick and did not kick her head or arms, which were invitingly held out in front of her. She began to circle Snezhana from the side and tried to kick the cat girl in the stomach, but she rolled over and raised her arms and legs.
"Meow!" she continued to play cat.
The Asian woman remained alert and attacked again from maximum distance, but this time at the head. Snezhana rolled over and landed on all fours, looked at the terrorist and hissed.
"Stroke her, and she'll purr!" I advised the Asian woman.
"Nyah!" Snezhana confirmed.
She decided to launch a new attack at full strength, darting towards the wall, jumping up and spinning in the air so as to push off from the top of the wall and attack the cat girl on all fours from above and from the side, but the Huntress was faster. jumping towards the flying terrorist and grabbing her by the legs. The blow intended for Snezhana hit the floor, leaving a nasty dent in the concrete.
The cat grabbed one leg and blocked the other, but apparently did not take into account that she was fighting a superhuman. The terrorist jerked her leg so hard that Snezhana, weighing only eighty kilograms with her equipment, flew into the far wall. The slab cracked but did not break.
"Well, bitch, now I'm really pissed off!
Snezhana rushed towards the Asian woman who had gotten back on her feet and punched her in the face. She did it so quickly that her opponent did not have time to defend herself, and Snezhana followed up with powerful blows to her body. The terrorist tried to jump away, but the Huntress anticipated the move and knocked her to the floor, then jumped over her and continued beating the Asian woman for another thirty seconds before she surrendered.
"You won, and this time we'll leave. But if you interfere with us again, we'll be enemies forever, Peter Parker!" said Carl, waving his gun in the air.
"Oh, come on, you pretentious piece of crap," I said and headed for the basement exit.
Everything was still quiet on the street, but before we could get back to the restaurant, we were overtaken by a motorcade of three motorcycles, a heavy SUV, a limousine, and three more motorcycles. It's a shame the Osbornes won't know what a favour we did them. Snezhana separated from Mary and me, while Wendy looked for the blonde we needed in the crowd of guests. I escorted the supergirl to the dressing room, but not through the back door, but through a thin outer wall, removing the mortar holding the slabs together and replacing it with sand. I hid behind a street bar so as not to go through the main entrance — none of us had any documents.
Ten minutes later, they started letting guests in, which meant it was time to move on to the second part of the plan.
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