Mysterious Hill

This world had been kind to Peter Parker. If what the old woman had said was right, this reward was truly a bountiful boon.

So why was he feeling SO guilty?

"Ugh... ugh ugh ugh gguuuhhggghhhh...." He whined to himself on the balcony.

Why didn't condoms exist in this world? Surely sex had to happen some times. How else would there be, like, a human race otherwise? And if that was the case, why couldn't he have as ready access to them as he did back on his world?

Because, ya know, he had creampied four women multiple, multiple times now. In a universe he was 'just visiting', potentially making at least four new spiderlings for a version of himself to take care of forever...

At times like this he was just so grateful that New York was the same. For all the quips people had made about it over the years, at least the Empire State Building wasn't based on an actual cock. Because in this universe it'd probably be half the size and bending over.

"Why so glum, Spider-Hunk?" A small voice asked him before expanding onto the same balcony he was leaning on. A completely naked Janet casually handed him a mug of coffee while also sipping at her own, "Mm, easier to transport when they're tiny. Don't think Pym particles are toxic if that's what you're worried about."

"If it was, then I probably wouldn't have licked you so much," Peter smirked, a playful eyebrow raise and foot rubbing against his shoulder was definitely a code to continue, but once more guilt attacking his guts got in the way of fun. "Ugh... no. Sorry, I... I have to stop thinking with my dick here!"

Janet tilted her head, moving her foot back down with concern, "Uhm, I mean... hehe, none of us were complaining."

"I know, but like..." He struggled to find the words, "You guys don't have condoms here, right?"

"Considering I still don't know what that is since last you asked, no we don't."

"And contraceptives? The pill? What do you do when you don't wanna have babies?"

That took her aback, "B-babies?!" She asked with a shocked expression, though it quickly morphed into a blushing stammer, "Peter~ I didn't know you thought that far ahead~ But don't worry, I obviously wasn't on my period last night."

"Um, well... what?"

"...what about what?"

Both were confused and trying to figure the other out, "Why... why'd you bring up your period? Isn't it bad that you weren't...?" He shook his head, "Hang on, this is going to be a multiverse thing. This may be gross, but do you mind quickly explaining to me what a period is here?"

"Uhm, o-okay. Every month, women have a certain time where their body, you know, grows an egg in their womb. It's the only time of the month when you could get artificially inseminated, or maybe you'll be lucky and have a man willing to down a bunch of viagra for you for an attempt at sex." Janet explained as well as she could, sighing a little, "Do the women in your world not deal with that? We all get nearly violently horny to be impregnated during our periods. Sucks."

For as shitty as it did sort of sound, Peter could be somewhat sure of one thing, "I think you actually have the leg up on our version of periods. Not that I have experience with either! But... well, does it hurt?"

"Not really. Most women don't even realise when or not they're on their period, cause our level of horny so rarely drops..." She frowned at her own body's own shortcomings, "Can be fun to masturbate when you reach extra horny, though some women (Jen) have to be locked up for a few days for health reasons."

"Wow..." said Peter, "This is fascinating. You guys must only really be fertile in a reverse way to those from my universe. A lower libido in men has negated the need for women's wombs to be impregnable every day of the month. Evolution has provided a natural 'mating season' for women to go through. While those from my universe lose their fertility for a few days and have to suffer every month because of an egg that failed to grow into a human."

"Trust me, we still suffer. Aching need still aches." Wasp sighed, placing a hand on her mons and rubbing it lightly "though, weirdly, after what you did to me last night it really feels like a weight has been lifted down there. Like I've finally put on some glasses or taken a really big dump."

As juvenile as it was, Peter couldn't help but chuckle at the similes, "Classy comparison aside, I'm glad I was able to help. And not impregnate you too, that's a big relief off my shoulders."

"Hmm, good. Though let's not rule out options too quickly," She gave him the best bats of her eyelashes while slurping from her drink, still sat on the railing and spreading her legs wide to show off her pretty pussy, "you say your women can have babies whenever? Lucky~

He decided to lean into it a little, grabbing her leg and slowly spreading it further while kissing up her leg, "Yeah, but it meant casual raw dogging was usually too risky as an early morning treat~"

"M-maybe they do have it rougher..."

It was the middle of the day before Peter could swing away from Jennifer's apartment.

Getting down and dirty one last time with Janet had woken up Carol, who insisted her own final run around the spider-pole before obviously the turn of Jennifer had shown up inexplicably too.

The three were disappointed but understanding that Peter had to leave again. Not that he wasn't thoroughly enjoying the experience, but he had to get home and process what was happening to him. So much had happened the last few days that he also just wanted some time to breathe, and considering the smells coming from Jen's bedroom that wasn't an option if he stuck around the Avengers any longer.

No, it was time for him to swing home, check in on Felicia, and then go out for a quick patrol. To not freak his new girlfriend out, and to keep up some appearances, Spidey decided to use the front entrance to his apartment for once. Landing in an alley and becoming Peter Parker again.

He realised he probably needed to figure out what was going on with wo-

"PETER!"

"BAH!"

It was rare for someone to get the jump on a man with spidery precognition. But the hero couldn't help but jump to attention when he was yelled at by an angry man standing outside the door to his apartment.

Especially when that man was so recognisable.

"Q-Quentin Beck?!"

"Where have you been?!" The angry man that Spidey knew as the villain Mysterio barked in his face, "Why have you not been answering ANY of my texts or calls?! It's been a WEEK!"

He could only flounder his mouth around. "Buh... um..." Did Mysterio schedule his villain beat downs now? No, he was yelling at Peter, not Spider-Man. How was he and model Peter affiliated? They weren't, like, together... were they?!

"Apologies, Mr. Beck," Said a voice from behind them, "Peter's absence was my fault. It won't happen again."

The two quickly turned to see another face that the multiversal traveller knew, but again in a bizarrely different context to now. Standing on a New York street and not behind the control panel of a Helicarrier was Maria Hill. The curvy agent with a tomboyish look had taken over from Nick Fury as director of SHIELD on numerous occasions. She'd been an ally, an enemy, but never had she really been one of Peter's friends. As with many Stoic serious types, he really believed that she hated his presence at best.

What was really bizarre was the lack of SHIELD uniform. Peter had a theory that she'd grown it one day considering he never saw her out of it, a theory that died with the sight of her in just black jeans and a white tanktop. Such a causal look for such a powerful woman, coupled with the fact that the tanktop was a couple sizes too small to hold such powerful melons.

"And who are you?" Quentin sneered, clearly impatient with the lack of answers.

"I am Peter's neighbour, Marcy." said the director, Peter unsure what was true anymore, "Peter has been with me all week as I grieved and got my accounts in order for my recently departed grandmother. He's a good man, even travelling into the countryside with no reception to spend time at her manor house with me." Okay, that had to be lies. The angry eyebrow lady turned her pouty face to Peter with a level of blush not usually associated with a deceased relative, "Th-thank you for everything again, Peter..."

He had very little idea what was happening, but rolling with the punches was the superhero way. "Uhhhh, n-no problem, Marcy..."

Suddenly, the super spy jutted a phone towards him, "The repair men got your mobile fixed now. Sorry for spilling wine on it at the manor house."

"R-right..."

The pair quickly looked over to the one they were trying to fool, who was just giving a long hard stare between them while scratching his chin. Clearly suspicious of such brazen lies, even when told by an excellent liar as a spy. "...hmm, you could have still answered my emails. And why would you spend so much time at the behest of your neighbour...?"

"Fine, I tried. Sorry, Peter." Maria instantly caved, "Want the real story? He broke his phone himself and he was too embarrassed to tell you he doesn't understand emails. The guy doesn't even own a computer."

"Wha-!? Hey!"

"Now THAT sounds believable." Quentin laughed, proving Peter was a mess in every universe. "What a story, though! I truly appreciate a lying attempt with such vivid details. Pity you were up against such an actor as I, it may have even worked!" He haughtily bemused himself.

"Your last film was spectacular, Mr. Beck." said Maria Hill to Mysterio, really messing with Peter's head so close to a clean break of freedom. "Do you mind if I come with and watch you and Peter work today?"

"Hmm, I usually restrict any female access to my model shoots for their own protection. I used to film him with a few bikini clad women, but the dynamite abs of my model made all of them mad with lust." He explained, "But, you seem like a smart woman with a head on your shoulders. Perhaps I can allow it just once, as long as Peter can vouch for you."

They turned to said model.

This was all so fast for him to follow and he was still a bit wiped from all the sexy times with three Avengers. Whatever was happening had something to do with him, he'd picked up that much, but why did Maria Hill feel the need to encroach on this event? Was Mysterio planning something big time? Had he set up some grand hellish scheme that needed SHIELD's top agent to take part in his takedown?

Whatever it was, Peter felt like the pleading eyes of Maria Hill was a little hard to say no to.

"Yeah, that's cool with me. Uhm, where are we going again?"

Turning on his heel and beckoning them both to follow along, the three quickly entered the limosine that Peter had missed completely parked up near his apartment, "Keep up, lad! We are going to my studio to fund my next masterpiece!"