Mary Jane and Gwen discuss the Spider-Harem with Silk.

Silk threw herself down into a somersault which she smoothly transitioned into a circular sweep all around her lithe form, knocking Hydra goons away and over like tenpins. She turned the almost dancelike move into a handspring, hitting her feet and leaping forward, slamming another green-clad soldier in the stomach and then curling over his head with her momentum, hitting the brick wall behind him and pushing off. Throwing her arms back she wove out two weblines from her fingertips, feeling them hook. She'd gotten good at spinning the webs as extended and then letting them snap back like springs, which flung her high into the air, letting her curl over and twist so she could cast another webline, hook it, and swing out of the alleyway and up to the rooftop of the warehouse that Hydra had been attacking. Her silk-sense was clear, so she didn't worry about enemies up there, but she knew there were still other soldiers attacking the warehouse. She didn't know what they wanted and she honestly didn't care. She just knew it was her job to stop them. It came with the really tight clothes and the mask.

"Well brunettes are fine man/And blondes are fun/But when it comes to getting a dirty job done/I'll take a red headed womanA red headed woman/It takes a red headed woman/To get a dirty job done..."

Silk kept running to the other side of the warehouse's roof, but smoothly reached up to tap the button nestled in her ear, covered by hair and a mask ear-cup that the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy had given her back when there was such a thing as the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy. It connected to her watch via bluetooth, which let her take and make phone calls even in costume with her smartphone blocks away. Silk had been impressed by a lot of things in this future world outside her bunker, but the ways you could answer a phone seemed most dramatic. Also, she liked being able to set ringtones -- in part because it **** her to relearn popular music while she looked for appropriate ones. In this case, finding a good ringtone for Mary Jane Watson meant Silk had also found Bruce Springsteen's music beyond the songs she'd known before she went underground.

"Hey MJ," she said, leaping off the warehouse and hooking a webline that let her swing over another pack of Hydra agents, letting webs trail behind her and fall netlike on a pack of them. "What's happening?"

"Hey Cindy," Mary Jane answered. "You busy?"

"Not hugely," Silk said, curling into a ball and slamming into an oversized Hydra agent with all her swing momentum, then springing back up, rolling over him and landing on her feet, both long legs sweeping out into a double-kick that took two enemies out. "Just the usual. Why?"

"We could use a chance to talk to you. Can you come over to Peter's sometime this morning?"

Silk's silk-sense thrummed through her body, which moved as fluidly as if she had preplanned, rolling forward and causing the shock baton to miss her as she completed a forward somersault, hit a wall, and bounced back, punching her would-be attacker with both fists. "Yeah, in a few minutes," she said, smoothly. "But... Peter's? Are you sure? It's always kinda weird."

Weird was an understatement. Silk had gained her powers when she was bitten by a dying radioactive spider -- as it turned out, the same spider that had bitten a young student named Peter Parker. He had gained similar powers to her's, and had used them to become the apparently 'Amazing' Spider-Man. Silk, on the other hand, had been waylaid by a man called Ezekiel, who both trained her and locked her away, to protect her from the vampiric Morlun and his Inheritors. Since she had gained her freedom, Silk had been building a life and career of her own, in part with help from Spider-Man... but Cindy Moon and Peter Parker had... issues working with each other.

It wasn't because of a conflict, mind. No, they got along. That was the problem.

"I'm sure. Peter will be out when you get here, and Gwen and I will have a chance to talk to you on our own."

"Gwen?" Silk punched two more Hydra agents, then spun into a circle-kick that took out the last. She leapt up onto a wall, web-netting this pack before springing high and slinging away from the scene, letting the oncoming police deal with them. "Gwen's back from Earth-65? Oh God, is it Morlun again?" Silk hated Morlun with a passion -- both for being the cause of her thirteen year exile from the world and... well, because the monstrous man literally wanted to eat her. That put you off a person.

"No -- this is... this is our Gwen Stacy. From Six-Sixteen."

Silk gained speed as she moved away from the waterfront. "Isn't she dead?"

"Not anymore. Or not as it turns out, anyway. It's complicated. But then, this whole situation is complicated." Mary Jane paused. "Also... are you seeing anyone right now?"

"What?" The question threw Silk off her stride, but she recovered quickly. "No -- why?"

"Is there anyone you're... you know. Interested in?"

"No one... new..." That was the key to Silk's **** to meet at Peter's. She worked with him, of course, but spending time around him was weird, because their shared spider-bites had connected them. Her silk-sense and his spider sense synchronized, making the two of them... well, attracted to each other. Intensely. So intensely that when the Inheritors attacked, she was known as the 'Bride' of the Spider totem, which honestly was a little sexist. The attraction made Cindy's friendship with Mary Jane in particular a little bit... strained to say the least.

"Good. That's good. We'll explain more when you get here."

"...okay, this'll be weird," Silk murmured. "See you soon." She hung up, still webslinging through the streets. "God, they better not be setting me up with Miles Morales. Or Octopus. Rrrgh."

Cindy Moon was sitting in Peter's apartment. As promised, Peter was gone, as was this 'Ovyah' the two women who met her had described. She was sipping coffee. "So... this is... a literal genie. A literal 'Major Nelson finds a bottle' genie.""That's right," Mary Jane said. "A powerful one."

"As evidenced by the fact that... Gwen here... was literally brought back to life by her?"

"Not quite," Gwen said. "She plucked me out of time right before my ****. I mean, right before. And then left a duplicate with a broken neck to take my place."

"And now you two are... what, helping Peter use her powers responsibly? Because... gotta tell you... if there's one thing I think Peter's figured out? It's using great power responsibly."

"We know," the two women said in unison, sounding slightly tired. Well, Mary Jane had been Peter's longest term significant other, and apparently Gwen had been the big One True Love of Peter's earlier life, so... yeah, they'd have had a chance to get tired of Peter's 'happy' lifestyle.

"Then why exactly am I here? Do you want me to take over this genie?"

"You can't," Gwen said. "She's literally Peter's until he dies."

"Permanently or temporarily, because **** doesn't seem to stick with people like us."

"Not our point." Mary Jane drank her own coffee. "Cindy... Ovyah can do anything... but everything she does has to be tied back to sex."

There was a long, long pause.

"Peter found a fuck genie?" Cindy finally asked.

"That... yeah. That works," Gwen said.

"Surprisingly well," Mary Jane added.

"...walk me through this."

"Okay," Gwen said. "She was able to pluck me out of time before my ****, like I said... but only because Peter wished I'd be alive so we could... um..."

"Fuck," Mary Jane filled in.

"Can we not be that blunt? It was a pretty special moment."

"Sorry. Just trying to save time and Ovyah isn't here to shout inappropriate things. Where is she, anyway?"

"I think she followed Peter to the Daily Bugle."

"Oh, that'll go well."

"Back up," Cindy said, looking between the blonde and the red-head. "Peter made a wish to fuck his dead girlfriend?"

"No!" Gwen snapped. "Well -- not like that! He wished for me to be alive. It's just... there's only one way that works with Ovyah."

Mary Jane nodded. "Yeah," she said. "Fucking." She looked at Gwen, then back at Stacy. "Gwen and I are already committed to working with Peter -- helping... facilitate his wishes so he can use them productively."

Cindy stared at Mary Jane. "...by... having sex with Peter."

"And advising him!" Mary Jane said. "It's not... just sex!"

"Theoretically," Gwen said. "I mean, aside from the wish where he brought me back we haven't done anything like this, yet."

"Wait, you slept with Peter last night," Mary Jane said. "After the initial resurrection fuck, I mean."

"That was different! I had been gone for a decade and had been falling to my **** before that and Peter and I had a very tender and passionate night of affirming life without any wishing going on!"

"You got some interesting scratches in that 'affirmation.'" Mary Jane smirked.

"I didn't say it was dull."

"Back up again," Cindy said. "You two have a new... fuck club... so Peter can use a fuck genie to make the world a better place. Through fucking."

Mary Jane and Gwen looked at each other.

"Essentially," Gwen said.

"We're going with 'Spider-Harem,'" Mary Jane added.

"And you just naturally assumed you could call me up and make me a part of this sex based... whatever?"

Gwen looked awkward.

"Well... yeah," Mary Jane said.

Cindy looked at Mary Jane for a long moment, then relaxed. "Thank God. I'm so sick of holding back with Peter. Okay, what are the rules of fuck club?"

Gwen sparfed.

Mary Jane put her hand over her eyes. "The first rule of fuck club is it's not called fuck club."

"Oh, sure. Because Spider-Harem's better. Spiders don't keep harems, MJ!"

"Some days? I'm not sure that's true."