An attack at the bank

I was still balls deep in Ms. Miller's cunt, and I honestly wasn't sure what to do. An explosion like that could only mean a few things, most of which I wouldn't want to get involved with, especially if superheroes or villains happened to get involved. But curiosity tends to get the better of people at times, and the way Gwen snuck out of class while everyone else was glued to the glass definitely caught my interest.

Besides.

With my power, it's not like I should be targeted by anyone. I'm too normal to even bother attacking.

I pulled my dick out of her snatch and tucked it back into my pants. Her pussy leaked precum and juices as she stood among her students gazing out into the distance, uninterested in the cock that sprung free from her sex.

"Umm..." I hummed, turning toward the exit, "I'm going to check that out. Don't miss me too much, Ms. Bitch."

She didn't acknowledge me, nor did anyone else.

As Gwen Stacey ran through the halls, she worked to unzip her bag so that by the time she dashed into the girl's bathroom, she was able to fish out and sling her mask on, flip on top of the stalls, thwip out the rest of her suit, fling up the hood, and jump through the high window. It hasn't been more than a month at this new school, and there's already an attack nearby. Honestly, it's sad that she isn't surprised. People just can't help themselves, can they?

She's supposed to be focusing on finding that guy who has some mutant ability. For some reason, not even the X-Men and their high-tech mutant scanning tech can find him, but they know he's around her age and attending this school. Something about his power must be disrupting their signal, so they need someone her age to go in. She volunteered to help them out since Jean Gray was kind enough to ask her, and it's hard to say no to that woman. Not just because she can literally control people into doing what she wants but she's also just a kind and responsible woman, doing favors for someone like her is just natural.

Also, what goes around comes around. If she ever happens to need a powerful telepath's help in anything, it'll be nice to know that she could call on Jean.

But it's odd how she still hasn't found out who in her class has these powers. She's talked to nearly every boy there. One of them apparently has a power that even the most powerful telepaths in the world can't hone in on. It should be obvious, but everyone there just seems normal, especially that Adam guy. Though he did claim he had a power of some kind. She didn't notice anything off.

Whatever. She'll have time to think about it later.

"There!" Spider-Gwen shot a web at the corner of a building and flung herself forward. She could see the cloud of smoke and a group of people running, screaming away from the area. Luckily, it wasn't too far; someone could run over in less than a few minutes; for her swinging, she could arrive before anything bad happened.

Well...

She landed atop of the bank which the smoke was coming from, and the sounds of screaming and yelling were audible inside.

Anything worse than what already occurred.

"Dang it, why is it always banks?" Gwen cursed, swinging into the building. She could immediately make out several people lying on the floor, knocked out cold, and the ones that weren't had their faces covered and weapons drawn, "I don't want to assume the worst, but—"

"Get the money in the bag! All of it!"

"Yeah, yeah, quit bitching."

"We can't stay in here for long. Cops are on their way, and the spider might show up any second now!"

"So?"

"You know damn well what that means, idiot."

"We can take 'em!"

"You're an idiot."

"Yeah, shut up and do your job. Let's hurry it up. We'll be gone before any real trouble shows."

Crawling onto a pillar to study the scene closer, Gwen rolled her eyes under her mask and sighed, "Great, I leave my post at the school to deal with the three stooges." She muttered under her breath, eyeing the three masked crooks.

"H-Huh!? Who said that?!"

"The fuck!?"

"Sorry! I talk too loud, i-it's honestly a bad habit. But you know, self-reflection is the first step to improvement!" She poked her head out from behind the pillar, having to shuffle and shimmy her ass; with the current wall-crawling pose she was in, she could feel the tightness of her suit really digging between her rear. Each flexed cheek was really testing the limits of the suit.

"Who the hell are you calling three stooges!?" One of the robbers shouted up towards the ceiling, spotting her and raising his gun.

"Not you," Gwen replied, leaping down from the ceiling while performing an athletic and graceful gymnastic flip. She twirled through the air, her arms and legs spread, her hair flowing, her boobs bouncing subtly. Her fit figure perfectly avoided the three shots fired from the crook's pistol before she landed directly atop him, sending a kick that knocked him to the floor as she crouched and squatted atop of him, the big eyes in her mask seemingly blinking with her own fluttering eyes. "Now you're the two stooges."

"What the—" *TWWWP* "Mmmmmfff~!" The talking crook found himself muffled by webbing as Gwen waggled a finger.

"No-No-No~ You're not the funny one," She then pointed to the third masked man, "He's the one that's supposed to spew out a zany one-liner. Shoot!"

"Oh shit! Shit! Shit!" The final standing crook dropped the bag he was holding and raised his gun, pointing it directly at her.

"I'm waiting." She tapped her foot atop the first thug's chest, ignoring the other gun and doping the subsequent three bullets fired by simply shifting herself left, right, and then left again. "Oh~ C'mon you and I both know that's not the type of shooting I meant!"

"Y-You—"

*Thwip-Thwip*

"Sorry, buddy," Gwen said, shooting her webbing and snatching the gun from the thug, tossing it up to the air, and then securing it with an extra web, "But I can't have you firing that gun again. I mean, I'm pretty sure you need a permit for these things. Also, you're not funny so-"

"F-Fuck this!" He blurted and attempted to make a break for it.

Spider-Gwen raised a hesitant hand as he fled, "W-Wait.. I..I...I....I-A....A..Acho~!" She mock sneezed and covered her mouth, shooting forth a line of webbing that caught the man by the feet, causing him to stagger as he tried to avoid losing his balance. "Sorry! I-I just forget how drafty this mask gets. I...I..W-Woah-no~! I'm-I-I....A-A...Acho~! Acho~! Aaaacho~ Acho~! A-choo~!"

*Thwip-ThwipThwipTwip-Thwip*

A series of webs shot out one at a time, pinning him up against the wall in a thick mask of webbing.

"H-Hey-Stop-Stop-S-Stop~!" He shouted, desperately trying to pry himself free, though the effort served no use.

"I'm sorry! I'm so, so, soooo~ so sorry! I...I-I...I..A...ACHOOOOOO~!!" She sneezed, this time shooting a final wad of webbing right at his face, leaving him muffled as well as tied to the wall. "O-Oh, thank you," She said, wiping her nose under her mask, "Thank you, thank you. I...I've just got such a bad sinus problem right now."

"M-mmmm-hmmph-mmmppph-hm-mh!"

"Heh~" She chuckled and turned to the other crooks, doing the same and webbing them up, "What's funny is I'm actually not sorry. I did that on purpose, you see. But I pretended it was an accident. Just feel like I need to spell that out for you guys," She crouched and patted the cheek of the last thug she bound, "Because most bank robbers aren't the brightest."

*Thwip-Thwip-Thwip*

Once finished, Spider-Gwen stepped back, and stretched, "Ugh~ This suit is too tight!" She groaned and turned to examine the silhouette of her shadow on the wall. "Am I getting fat?" Her shadow had a slim upper half, but her butt was rather round, and she had an annoying wedgie up the crack. "Dangit, why are you so big." She muttered, rubbing a hand over her butt briefly before reaching her fingers down to pry the tight spandex out from between her asscheeks. "This thing is really digging in there. Maybe I should look into making a new suit. You think the X-Men could design me something new?"

"Mmhhhhmm~! Mmmm-m-mmm!"

"Right? Their suits are nice, form-fitting but practical. This is just uncomfortable, and-eh~? Oh, whoops, am I talking out loud?" Gwen asked, spinning around and approaching the webbed criminal, "I have that habit, you know? I'm not the best at multitasking and..." Her spider senses tingled, and on instinct alone, she performed a jump backward right as the man coated in her webbing erupted in a massive green explosion. "What the-"

*BOOM*

"Oh crap!" She landed a few feet back her eye lenses widening large and round in shock at what just happened, "Guys, your criminal friend just exploded!" As if on cue, the other two crooks by her feet began to glow green; her mask lenses blinked and squinted as she muttered, "Uh...wait, I-Is this like a thing you guys do?"

*BOOM-BOOM-BOOM*

"Double-Crap! Triple Crap!" Gwen jumped back once again, making sure to web up the **** civilians as two more violent, green, flaming bursts of energy erupted across the room. She crawled onto a pillar, which was cracking under the **** of the explosion, "O-Okay. Gwen, note to self: The Stooges Can Explode."

She leaned forward, the big lenses of her mask blinking once more, as she tried to look through the smoke and debris, "FFFFF.... Yeah that's not good. The Daily Bugle is going to eat this up, huh? That Spider Menace is a threat to all banks in the city, destroying property and endangering innocent lives. I'm J. Jonah Jameson, I hate spiders! Bla~Bla~Bla~Bla~Bla~Bla~Bla~!"

"Do you spiders ever get tired of the sound of your own voice?" said a rising figure hidden amidst the smoke.

"Not when we need to annoy the villains enough to reveal themselves!" Gwen shot out a web and swung down to the floor, managing to knee the figure masked within the thick cloud, "So, who are you? And how does it feel being a complete and utter cliche?"

The smoke finally settled, and she could make out the person floating before her, "I'm the cliche? Ironic as you spiders all carry the same motif! I am the Duke of Deception, The Emperor of Illusion! The Master of-"

"Mysterio?! Ohhh~ Hey buddy!" Gwen laughed before the dome-covered villain could finish his grand reveal, "So, were these dummies your little robots? Aw... you actually fooled me!" She blinked and raised a finger to waggle while speaking cheekily, "You silly goose!"

"Why of course I fooled you," Mysterio raised his arms, showcasing his control over the perception one holds of reality, "For masking the truth is simple in the hands of the great Musteri-"

*Thwip*

He glanced down to see a line of web attached to his chest.

"Sorry, I'm gonna beat you up now before you can do anything."

"What the heck was that?" I said, stopping in place just outside the bank. There was a lot of smoke and a couple of cops surrounding the area. I didn't really want to get involved. I shouldn't get involved. It would be idiotic to get involved. My whole goal in not using my powers was to stay away from this type of shit.

But curiosity kills the cat, they say, and I was just moving on autopilot at this point. I guess a part of me does want to see what happens if my powers meet a chaotic situation. And upon finally being face to face with something out of the ordinary, it's much easier said than done to simply walk away.

My powers definitely were still working and active. I had no difficulty approaching and walking past the line of cops, one police woman even looked right at me her eyes met my own, then right after she gazed to my left and shouted, "Stay back! I won't ask you again! Everyone remain clear of the scene until further notice!"

"Uh," I raised my hand, getting her attention, "Can I go in?"

The woman blinked, "Sure." Before going back to shouting at the crowd, "Enough! We will be keeping everyone back by **** if you make us!"

Guess they don't care about me.

No surprise there.

I continued on, stopping near the shouting police officer to eye up her slim waist and nice ass. Her uniform was a little tight on her, and I could see her ass shift in the form-fitting pants as moved from side to side. The woman didn't have much of a bust, but her butt was shapely. I'd definitely tap that. And I did, as I walked past I decided to smack her ass, which earned me a glare that quickly vanished after she realized who had slapped her, she then went back to ignoring me. She even continued to ignore me as I unfastened her belt, pulled down her pants, and gave her big ass another heavy and hard smack.

"A-Ah! S-Sir! I am trying to-"

*SMACCCK*

"I'm just having some fun. Chill out," I said, then grabbed her by her panties and yanked them upwards in a full-on wedgie. The cop let out a surprised, but not bothered, yelp. Her hands went straight to her ass, where the fabric of her panties was now lodged; her asscheeks were exposed to the cool air and were jiggling apart by the tightness of her panties **** between, her cunt and asshole visible to the world, her hips wiggling as she tried and failed to dislodge her underwear.

"K-Keep back~!" She spoke to the crowd, trying to sound as authoritative as before, but had to stifle a moan.

"Sargent! What's the matter? People are trying to come through!" A younger-looking policeman came forward, finding the woman, who I guess was his superior officer. He didn't seem phased by seeing the woman's exposed behind, her underwear wedged deep between her crack and up her pussy, the thin fabric was a bright shade of blue, and the Sargent's hands were grasping the panties, trying to pry them from her cunt, the front was damp and soaked with arousal, her thighs wet.

"Oh, sorry. I got distracted." I said, letting go of her underwear and letting it snap back into place around her butt, causing it to jiggle. Walking past, I slapped her ass once more, "Now keep it up, Sargent, don't want these civilians to think you're going soft."

"Of course," She muttered, seeming quick to compose herself despite what had just occurred. She fixed her clothes, pulling her panties down and fixing her pants. She refastened her belt, then cleared her throat, "But I am doing a job; I advise you not to try that again. Or I may have to arrest you for obstructin-"

*SLAAAPP*

I gave her cheeks another hard wack, and continued towards the bank.