Chapter Ninety: Brave New World.

After the last few days which were, Peter Parker wanted to take a moment to kick back, relax, and just refresh after everything. The young web-slinging hero took a moment to stop and smell the roses. After everything which occurred, he was glad there was a chance for him to kick back and relax. Also, he tended to be the slightest bit suspicious about the quiet which followed.

The most common hazard of dealing with as many hazards as Peter did, or not, you could be the judge. Regardless, he noticed Gwen walk up from behind him. She rested her arms on the back of his neck and leaned towards him to nuzzle her face into it.

"So you've saved the world, again, for about the third time in a month," Gwen said. Peter opened his mouth, but Gwen gently placed her fingers over his mouth to silence him. "And for the record, I know you had plenty of help. You don't need to tell me, I was there."

Peter wished he could relax. If nothing else, there were more than a few reasons to relax. There were also more than a few reasons to worry about the future after Galactus finished. The last few weeks told him one thing.

"It feels like there's some kind of storm brewing and not the good kind."

Gwen smiled, and she brushed Peter's hair away from his eyes. She stepped in front of him, wrapping her arms around him with a kiss. The two of them pressed lips against each other, their tongues entangled with each other.

She pulled back after a second, allowing Peter to catch his breath. She grinned as her eyes met his.

"Well, the bad guys are going to step up their games," Peter said.

"And you're really stepping up yours as well."

Gwen and Peter turned around to the source of the voice. Kara turned up next to him. She looked to be in pretty good spirits. Peter turned towards Kara and raised his eyebrow at her. Kara decided to go forward and throw her arms around Peter. The two of them exchanged a kiss with each other.

Peter could tell Kara was in a pretty good mood, with the way she worked her tongue into his mouth. He worked his hands down her back, cupping underneath her skirt. She pulled back.

"And suddenly, I'm feeling a little left out," Gwen said. She folded her arms and stuck out her lip in a teasing little pout.

"Oh, poor baby," Kara said. She made her way closer and wrapped her arms around Gwen. "I'm going to have to help you out."

Kara's lips pressed against Gwen's in a sensual kiss. The two of them looked to be at ease with each other, their tongues tangling together with each other.

"So, are we good now?" Kara asked.

"Yes, we're good," Gwen said. She stole one last kiss on Kara's soft lips.

With the exchange out of the way, Peter held the Infinity Gauntlet in his hand. The young web-slinger thought about the power the gauntlet held constantly.

"You know, I'm beginning to see why this thing caused so many problems in the universe," Peter said.

"It's like you're holding live fire in your hand, isn't it? "Kara asked.

Peter nodded, thinking Kara hit the nail on the head very well. The power coming from the gauntlet called to him. Almost too much, and Peter understood why Thanos was driven so mad in the question. The tyrant may have perished, but the lessons the man gave them continued to be learned time and time again.

Peter understood what he wanted to do and it was a really big decision, to be honest.

"I have to store this somewhere," Peter said. "Getting rid of it is a bad idea, but….having it on me at all times is starting to mess with my mind."

Kara and Gwen stared him down, with their eyebrows raised. Peter wondered if he made a mistake. The power of the gauntlet tempted him, he could be anything he wants.

"You think I'm insane don't you?" Peter asked.

"No, not really, it shows how worthy you are of the power if you don't give it up," Kara said. "And I thought you'd might want to give it up…but not completely give it up, so I have an idea."

"And how long have you been working on this idea?" Peter asked.

"Well, knowing her, it's been boiling in her devious little mind for a while yet," Gwen said.

Kara's lips curled into a knowing smile. She brushed strands of blonde hair away from her face.

"Love the fact you consider me devious, but you can be pretty wicked yourself when you want to be."

Gwen smiled, and Kara decided to pull out the container from her bag. The make of the container looked extremely practical. It resembled a vacuum cleaner in some ways.

The three of them walked up the stairs of their temporary headquarters. Actually, it wasn't too bad, but most certainly it didn't have the wide open spaces of the Helena Wayne penthouse they spent a fair amount of their time in.

"You just slip the gauntlet inside the cylinder container," Kara said. "The container will shrink into a pocket dimension where it will be stored there. And by using the crystal key, which is hooked to your DNA, you can access it. Simple, right?"

With the explanation of how the item worked out of the way, Peter pulled the Infinity Gauntlet off of him quickly. Pulling off the gauntlet made him feel like he removed one of his limbs. A feeling which he didn't want to feel.

"Well, you know what they say," Peter said. "Far easier to take power, then it is to let power go."

The young man slipped the Infinity Gauntlet. Kara handed him a miniature crystal, and he placed it inside the keyhole.

The Infinity Gauntlet, along with the gems, locked inside of the glass chamber. The chamber slowly shrank before their eyes, until it reached beyond microscopic levels. Then it vanished, with the crystal heating up in Peter's hand.

"The crystal will glow a steady blue until the gauntlet is in danger," Kara said. "And when the gauntlet is in danger, it will turn to red, you know, red for danger."

Peter was well aware of the fact red meant danger. After spending less than a minute to ask Kara whether or not there would be any chance whether or not someone would find the gauntlet in a pocket dimension, Peter made the executive decision.

'You know, for once in my life, I'm not going to try and tempt fate,' Peter thought.

Almost as if Kara read his thoughts, she reached in and touched her hand upon his shoulder. Peter turned towards her, with an eyebrow raised in response.

"There's always a chance for things to go wrong, as we've found out in the worst ways. But I think if you keep the crystal close to hand, you should be fine."

Peter thought it was fair enough. He needed to head to Avenger's tower to see if this Avenger thing was for real or just something offered to him the spur of the moment. On one hand, Peter thought being a part of the elite squad of heroes would be something.

On the other hand, Peter wondered if it would compromise doing his own thing. Thoughts entered his mind, and he would have to talk to Tony.

Tony Stark understood the need to change. He tried to think about five or six steps ahead of his enemy. Sometimes it worked and other times, it didn't work. And many times, Tony outsmarted himself and put himself, along with the rest of the Avengers into some pretty hot water. Regardless of the circumstances, one couldn't deny the Avengers had come a long way since those humble beginnings.

The Avengers needed to beef up their numbers, and put in a few calls for some reserves. The top of everyone's list happened to be Spider-Man, although there were a few other names.

"Then again, he wasn't allowed in the group without some controversy, not as much as you'd think, though," Tony said. "I'm not sure if Clint was arguing against him as much as playing the devil's advocate, because let's face it, someone had to."

If you condemned the Avengers for being a bit independent and being a bit bullheaded, there went about eighty percent of the team.

'Might be a charitable figure, to be honest.'

Spider-Man entered Avengers tower. Tony watched him enter the tower, a frown spreading across his face.

"You know, it is a casual day at Avengers tower," Tony said. "There's really no need for you to walk in here in your Spider-Man best."

"Just because of us broadcasted our secret identities in a big press conference, doesn't mean all of us want our identities broadcasted to the world to see," Peter said. "And you know, despite the fact every smart ass with a smartphone wants to take pictures of every moment of my life, there's no need to roll out the red carpet and make the Spider-Man expose too much easier."

Tony understood where he came from. To be young again…actually, Tony didn't want to be young again. All of his stupid early twenties mistakes were somehow worse than all of his stupid in his thirties mistakes.

A genius could make bigger mistakes than many, especially when he outsmarted himself. Tony found himself backed against the wall.

"Well best of luck keeping up with it," Tony said. "I mean it all it all serious, but I hope you keep up the level of optimism when the world takes a turn for the worst."

"Well, it makes two of us," Spider-Man said. "But, aren't you going to give me the grand tour?"

Tony patted Spider-Man on the shoulder and escorted him into the tower. Jan waved to him with a bright smile on her face. A few other Avengers made their way around the tower.

"Hulk and Thor are out for the day, it's why the tower is so quiet," Tony said.

Spider-Man cracked into a smile. The tower looked to be outfitted out. Tony escorted him into a large wing of the tower.

"So, as you might know, I have way too much room, so I didn't think I would waste any by rolling out the red carpet for you."

The young man found himself blown away by the immense room. It allowed him plenty of room to stretch his legs and more than a place to hang his hat. A miniature lab and shower suite stretched from every direction as far as the eye could see.

Peter opened his mouth, not knowing quite what to say, to be honest. Tony decided to break the ice with a chuckle.

"And yes, I'll answer the question, all of this is yours," Tony said. "It really isn't much when you think of it, but…it's all yours."

After all of what he offered him, Peter found himself rather hard to say no. Well, he could say no, but being an Avenger, even a part-time Avenger, had its membership benefits.

"Well, since you twisted my arm, I'm going to have to say yes," Spider-Man said.

Tony reached forward and shook his head.

"I'd welcome you to the Avengers and say I hope you survive the experience," Tony said. "But, there's another team who would take offense to me ripping off their intellectual property. And Stark Industries has more than enough trouble with all of the paternity suits coming my way."

Peter laughed at Tony's attempt to lighten the mood. He stopped laughing, wondering if Tony was kidding, or he was being serious. With Tony Stark, it was hard to tell.

Captain America walked over to join them as well. He extended a hand and allowed Spider-Man to shake it.

"Welcome to the Avengers, Spider-Man."

'If I thought I was going to be shaking hands with Captain America, and being welcomed to the Avengers, I thought I would lose my mind.'

After the grand tour of Avengers Mansion, Peter and Gwen made their way up to Emma's penthouse suite. The woman in question waited for them with a smile on her face. The sultry grin grew even more so. She dressed in a black leather skirt and a nice button up blouse. A couple of buttons had been undone, but not enough where it looked to be too insane.

It was still unbuttoned enough to showcase her cleavage. Regardless Emma extended her hand forward and shook Gwen's hand. She did the same to Peter and leaned towards him, pressing her breasts against his arm with a smile.

"You are the talk of the entire campus, darling," Emma said. She licked her lips with hunger when she looked Peter over. "First, you save the entire world, and then you join up with the Avengers….and I'm sure the offers are going to come in now."

"Yes," Peter said. "But I understand you're going to make me an offer I can't refuse."

"Yes," Emma said. She turned around and her skirt rose up a little bit. Not enough for Peter to see anything mind you, but more than enough for Peter to get a hint of what was underneath. "The two of us should go up to my quarters…there's much more room up there for us to discuss what we need to discuss."

She put a nice little sashay in her walk, her hips swaying back and forth. Peter watched her hips move back and forth. It was difficult not to take a good, long, look at her tantalizing ass when it swayed back and forth, especially in front of his face. Peter watched every inch of it.

"She's rather subtle," Gwen said.

Peter thought if Emma wanted to be subtle, she would be subtle. She was sick of being subtle, rather she wanted to get what she wanted and she would take it tonight.

The two of them made their way into the next room. Emma stopped for a second.

"I realize I should have struck before everything went down," Emma said. She looked him in the eye and placed her hands on his knees. "Now, you're going to be a very busy man, and I wouldn't dare interrupt with your new responsibilities with the Avengers."

Emma flickered her tongue when she looked at him. She smiled and leaned towards him, allowing Peter and Gwen to get a nice glimpse of her really fully cleavage.

"But, so many of the girls would be disappointed if they didn't see their hero show up in all of his glory," Emma said. She ran her fingers down his abdomen. "And you know, I'd do pretty much anything to make sure all of their dreams became a reality."

Emma cupped his crotch in her hand. Gwen leaned towards her and looked into her blue eye.

"You just wanted Peter to come here and make love for you," Gwen said.

"No, it wasn't my intentions," Emma said. "I want Peter to come here and fuck me like the dirty slut a lot of people think I am."

Gwen raised her eyebrow, and Emma decided she better clarify. She looked deep into the eyes of the other blonde, a smile rising from her face.

"A lot of people believe I'm nothing but some tart who opens her legs for every rich man," Emma said. "On the contrary, I allow these men to think I've slept with them for extortion purposes, it's all mind over matter. And a mind can be open to suggestions, especially a very weak mind like some of the people I've extorted."

Gwen and Peter figured as much. Someone of the power set of the White Queen would not sleep with anyone she didn't want to, just for business reasons. She would slip a mental suggestion in their mind, while chilling in the corner, doing a crossword puzzle.

"A couple have been worth it, and they have been, adequate," Emma said. "But no more than you can count on your hand, and I doubt they haven't been spectacular, amazing, and sensational."

Peter leaned on in and captured her lips in an intense kiss. Emma opened her mouth, to accept his tongue pushing into her mouth. Finally, she mused, it took long enough, to be honest, but they did play her about as much as she played them.

Emma's eager hands started roaming Peter's hard, fit, body. She made her way down, but Gwen pulled her away.

"Don't think I'm letting you get away without paying tribute to me," Gwen said. "You stick your tongue down a girl's boyfriend's throat, and you don't expect her to get a piece of the action. I don't fucking think so."

Grabbing Emma around the face, Gwen responded with some hot and heavy tongue action of her own. Her tongue pushed down Emma's throat. Emma started to moan, as Gwen used her tongue to molest her tonsils. A heated feeling came over Emma's body.

Peter watched the hot sight around him. He could barely keep his head up and his manhood down. Emma reached behind her and placed her hand on his crotch. The suit retracted for a minute.

'So, when you wear that suit, you're technically functionally naked,' Emma thought.

'In a matter of speaking,' Peter thought.

'Kinky….oh I know you had such a big….personality.'

Emma collapsed on the bed in a daze. She couldn't believe what happened. Her mind didn't function as well as it should have, but she would recover. She smiled when Peter and Gwen hovered over her with a predatory grins on her face.

"Well, it's selfish to deprive the girls of the wealth, isn't it?" Emma asked.

"Since when has the devious White Queen been a selfless person," Gwen said.

Emma responded with a wicked grin.

"Tax write-off purposes," Emma said.

"So, everything is for a reason," Peter said. Emma leaned in and gave him another hungry kiss on the lips, which told Peter one thing and one thing only. She wasn't done with him, not yet, not by a longshot.

Swinging over the city streets gave Spider-Man a nice little rush. The web-slinger kept himself swinging from rooftop to rooftop with a big smile on his face. Was there a better feeling in his life? If there was, he didn't know anything about it. The web-slinger dropped down onto the nearby rooftop, and peered out on the city streets.

'So, one chapter ends, and another chapter begins.'

After so many world-class, world-crushing threats, the simpler things were really good for Spider-Man. And one constant he could remember happening would be in fact, Shocker.

'Good old Herman always will have time for you, even when I'm running with the Avengers.'

Shocker blasted the door off of the bank.

"Finally."

"Insanity is defined by trying the same thing repeatedly, and expecting different results."

Shocker spun around and noticed Spider-Man hanging there.

"Hey, Spider-Man, guess I should congratulate you for being an Avenger," Shocker said. "But you know something, you should congratulate me."

"Why?" Spider-Man asked.

"Because, I'm going to be a guy who knocks off an Avenger," Shocker said. He lifted one of his gauntlets and fired at Spider-Man.

The web-slinger dodged the attack, avoiding Shocker's gauntlet. He started to bounce away from the attacks.

"You know, I'll give you credit for shooting for the stars," Spider-Man said. He jerked on the line of webbing and caused Shocker to fall flat on his face. "But, I shouldn't give you too much credit, the last thing I want is for it to all to go to your head."

Shocker landed face first onto the ground and started to curse a blue streak.

"Nice to see some things never change."

Spider-Man disabled the Shocker's vibro-gauntlets and swung down, smashing the point of his fist into the enemy's chest. The web-slinger dropped him down to the ground, and curb stomped him hard.

A few bystanders cheered Spider-Man.

"Guess, you're going to have to try it again, Shocker," Spider-Man said. "One day, you're going to get it right."

Shocker groaned, having been beaten again. Spider-Man rose up and continued his patrol in New York City.

'Almost feel bad for the guy,' Spider-Man thought. 'But he does bring it onto himself.'

The web-slinger swung off into the night. The sun was beginning to set in New York and darkness came down. It would be a brand new day tomorrow, and many new adventures would come with them.

Whether or not the world would ever hear of them, Spider-Man didn't really know. Only time would tell. Regardless, he braced himself for what would come, if they would come. In some ways, he thought things stepped up to an entirely new level.

'Bring it on.'

Spider-Man disappeared into the night, as quickly as he came. Ready for what would happen next.
The End.

So, it's time to take this story off the road, and wrap it up. Given this was supposed to be forty chapters originally(and then fifty-two chapters), ninety chapters really isn't that bad.

The adventure most certainly continues even after this has been posted.

So, that wraps up Side Effect, and we end with a bang. Oh, and Shocker as well, because he has to get his ass kicked one more time. He can be pretty competent, but he has the most unfortunate codename ever.

So, is there anything for Spider-Man in the future? Well, I have some ideas, but I'm not going to say anything for fear of jinxing it.