A Shock

Flinging himself thru the air on his webs Peter tired not to think about anything as he made his way towards Dr. Strange's Sanctum Sanctorum. Just to be safe. His earlier experiment didnt seem to have done anything but better safe then sorry.

Peter winced at the mental taunting of Murphy. He really should have known better.

Not a second later and his spider sense went off and alerted him to danger. Dropping his webs and free falling a few feet before ziplining to the side of a nearby sky scraper allowed him to miss some flying junk. Peter whipped his head around to watch an armoured trucks side mirror fly thru where he had been and inbed itself in the side of a building .

A quick look down showed that an armored truck was on its side and slightly smoking. The reason for its plight was easy to spot as there was a man sized hole that had been punched into its side.

Dropping down Peter hung from the intersection's stop light over the wrecked armored truck. Keeping silent and waiting for the robbers to come out. And barely thirty seconds later some full to bursting bags were thrown out of the hole in the truck.

With a resigned sigh he watched as the yellow and brown 'quilted' costume of the Shocker stepped out onto the scene. Only it wasnt the Shocker he was used to seeing. This Shocker was not the burly Herman Schultz. This Shocker was a solidly built but definitely feminine woman.

"WTF?" Peter asked himself quietly.

The new Shocker grabbed her bags of loot and jumped down from the armored truck to the street. With a small smattering of villainous laughter as she looked around for police this new Shocker bragged, "In and out in under a minute. Nothing can stop me now."

With a roll of his eyes Peter exaggerated a loud cough, "AHEM."

Shocker cringed and dropping the bags of loot looked up for the first time. "Oh come on! Seriously?"

Spidey shrugged at her.

Shocker stomped a foot and threw her hands up in the air, "It's not fair. It's not!"

"Says the super villain robbing an armored truck." Peter pointed out.

"I need this money." Shocker bent over and grabbed a bag of loot, hugging it protectively to her body. " I cant pay for my procedure without it!" Shocker held out her free hand waving her vibro gauntlet threateningly at the cars on either side of the intersection.

Peter groaned. Just what he needed, a villain with a cause. And medical costs were unfortunately a really good reason for committing crimes in america. It always made it hard to fight people who were stealing to stay alive or keep a relative alive.

"I need this Webs. Can't you just look the other way? Just this once?" Shocker pleaded, the woman's voice sounded on the verge of tears.

Peter hung his head, "Not that I'm unsympathetic but surely there has to be another way- a legal way- to earn the money you need for your procedure."

"I tried going straight but the only legal job I could get was shaking my money maker at a Magia titty bar. And after years of working out to keep competitive in crime I ain't got any titties anymore." Shocker shouted. "No mafia goon wants to pay to see Heidi Schultz shake he big beautiful butt! They only care about big silicone tits! They'll fork over handfuls of hundreds to slobber on some girls latest boob job!"

Peter inadvertently oggled the new female Shocker. Who was a solidly muscled woman which meant not a whole lot up top but there was a nicely rounded posterior and legs. Peter stopped himself from staring as his brain caught up with what the woman had said. Her name was Heidi Schultz. The Shocker he knew was Herman Schultz... so The Shocker's sister stole his gear for a robbery?

That sounded pretty weak but whatelse could explain what was going on. It's not like he.... NO.... no... it couldnt be. He didnt really have the magic power of Truthfulness, or whatever its proper name was, to make all his enemies into women.

Right?

"I'm tryin' to turn my life around Webs. This my last job. Honest! I ain't never gonna steal again." Shocker shouted at him. "But i need this money. It's a matter of life and ****."

Peter made an audible whining sound. "Shocker..."

"I got it all planned out, Webs. This is the final thing. I get my procedure done and... I got my eye on a guy." Shocker sounded embarrassed, she looked away from Peter, her vibrogauntlet dipped, pointing towards the ground and not at innocent civilians, "A really nice guy. An actual honest to God, capital G Good Guy. On the straight and narrow, does the right thing, looks after his relatives, pays his taxes guy."

Shocker hugged her bag of loot tight to her chest with one arm while she brought her other arm back up and pointed her vibrogauntlet at the cars and crowd around them. "You let me keep this and I disappear. You'll never see me committing a crime again. I'll just be some lady in the crowd happily married to her guy."

"And who is the lucky fella?" Peter asked, hoping to de-escalate the situation. "Would he approve of you doing this?"

Shocker groaned and hung her head, "No. No he would not. But he ain't ever gonna know it was me that did this. Peter Parker is a stand up guy and once I get my boobs done I'm gonna make him mine."

Spider-Man gaped, "Say what now?"

"Fuck." Shocker swore as the sounds of sirens could now be heard.

The tingle of spidersense let him know something was up. Crouching, ready to spring any which way to avoid a blast from Shocker, Peter was unprepared for the super villain to spin and blast damn near all the cars behind her sending them flipping up into the air.

Peter launched himself at the cars that had been sent flying. Helping the innocents inside the cars was the priority. His webs were flying fast snatching vehicles out of the air and keeping them from crushing the cars behind them. Straining to keep one taxi, one sedan and a SUV aloft in his webs Peter was barely aware of Shocker attaching her loot bags to a harness on her suit before she used the vibro gauntlets to launch herself into the air and away from scene of the crime.

When he had a web fully spun to hold the vehicles aloft, everyone safe and sound on the ground, save for a few bumps and bruises, Peter had a second to actually think about what had just happened. And the only thing he could say was, "What the fuck just happened?"