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avengerscompound · 2 days

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier

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cap-wilson · 2 years

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CAN THE MCU STOP CLAIMING THEY’RE 616?!? THEY’RE 199999 AND 616 ARE THE COMICS AND IT’S A BIG FUCKIN DIFFERENCE!!! STOP CLAIMING YOU’RE THE SAME UNIVERSE AS THE COMICS WHEN YOU FUCK UP AND CHANGE SO MANY FUCKING CHARACTERS FROM THE COMICS AND THEIR DYNAMICS WITH OTHER CHARACTERS

#YES THIS IS ABOUT STONY #AND AMERICA CHAVEZ #AND ELEKTRA #AND CLINT #WHY DID THYE FEEL THE NEED TO SAY IT!!!#SAY IT’S 199999 IF YOU NEED TO SPECIFY!!!#BUT YOU’RE NOT 616 STOP IT!!!!#the more I remember things about this film the angrier I get #dr strange and the multiverse of madness spoilers #MoM #dr strange and the multiverse of madness #dr strange mom #mcu #616 #199999

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graverobber3457 · 11 months

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miguel not inviting tom holland spidey bc he hated his little nerd ass specifically is one of the funniest displays of miguels hater tendencies in ATSV and honestly? i support him

#ATSV #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #spiderman #spider-man #spiderman 2099 #earth 199999 #miguel o'hara

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janetsnakehole02 · 11 months

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feige: the mcu is not earth 199999

across the spiderverse:

#iman vellani must feel so validated after watching this movie lol #kevin feige #mcu #earth 199999 #across the spiderverse #miles morales #miguel o'hara #atsv spoilers #across the spiderverse spoilers #across the spider verse spoilers #spiderverse spoilers #across the spider verse #spiderman across the spider verse #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #marvel cinematic universe #marvel

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doesnotloveyou · 7 months

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i love fandoms that are old/dead because then you have years to decades of dormant accounts and official promos to pore through looking for priceless artifacts and relics to take back to your trove, leaving your respects for creators and usernames long since forgotten

i love fandoms that are tiny and you and the twelve other ppl enjoying it with you are mostly on the same wavelength, or trying to be so no one gets pushed out of the group bc you need each other to keep the joy alive

i love fandoms that are too big for everyone to be familiar with the same things. the fictional universe is so expansive that you can wave at another fan online, but have no clue who their blorbo is or what part of the franchise they're from

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richiekirschs · 10 months

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SHE’S MY BABY — Spider-Man!Lottie Matthews

spider-boy, king of thieves…

warnings— no use of y/n, fem implied reader (referred to as “unsuspecting girl”), lottie is vaguely hurt

[part 2]

The Yellowjackets had been spreading their theories about Spider-Man since he was first spotted in New York, just across the river.

It was surprisingly Misty who came up with the theory that he was actually from Jersey City, after how many times he’d been spotted on the ferry that takes you across the Hudson from Midtown. Nat had disagreed, stating that he was probably in Jersey City so often because of the amount of freaks patrolling the streets.

Most of your teammates think it’s stupid—with Jackie saying it’s just some asshole trying to get on Subway Creatures, and Tai saying the guy in the suit just wants to piss off J. Jonah Jameson. Laura Lee thinks he’s devilish. Nat indulges in the fantasies after having witnessed one of Spider-Man’s fights firsthand (and also because she likes to piss off Jackie.)

The girls are all over at your apartment tonight for the regularly scheduled movie night. Everyone takes turns— last time it was Tai, and now it was you.

You’re in the bathroom washing your hands when there’s a THUD! from the fire escape outside the bathroom window.

You frown, wondering if you should check. Is it your neighbors, smoking a blunt? Or is there maybe a cat that needs help?

You yank up the blinds to check, deciding it’s better to know than risk it distracting you the rest of the night.

It’s not your neighbors, and it’s definitely not a stray cat.

It’s Spider-Man.

You can’t do much but freeze and mumble, “You’re shitting me.”

He stares back at you with comically wide, unblinking eyes. He points at the windowsill and mimes pushing it up before silently pleading with his hands.

You sigh. Of course this would happen. All you can do as you unlock the window is pray that it’s actually Spider-Man, and not some douche in a costume looking to take advantage of an unsuspecting girl.

You push the window up and he tumbles to the ground of the bathroom, somehow remaining inhumanly quiet.

In the process, though, he aggressively knocks a (glass) bottle of perfume off of the counter.

“Shit!” you hiss.

“Are you okay?” someone calls. Maybe Nat? It definitely could’ve been Van.

“Yeah!” you call before turning back to the masked vigilante. “You have 30 seconds to explain yourself.”

Spider-Man holds up a finger, chest heaving, before reaching up under his mask and yanking it off.

It’s not a man at all. It’s Lottie, your best friend who was conveniently missing from tonight’s get-together.

Your jaw drops. “What the f—?”

You don’t get the chance to finish your exclamation as she bolts up to clamp a hand over your mouth. “Shh!”

You frown back at her, trying to convey your emotion with your eyes.

“I’ll explain, I promise,” she assures you. “But I’m hurt. I just got my ass kicked. I need you to help me, but you can’t tell the others.”

You don’t respond. Her hand is still over your mouth.

“Promise me!” she hisses, begging.

You nod frantically, and she slowly removes her hand. “I can’t believe you’re a girl. I was betting major money with Nat that Spider-Man was Jeff Sadecki.”

She narrows her eyes at you. “Jesus Christ. Are you going to help me or not?”

“I can’t do that if you don’t tell me where you’re hurt!”

She swallows, unable to meet your eyes. “Under my suit.”

You sigh at her. “Can you stand?”

“I think so.” She manages to stumble to her feet, and you help her unzip the suit, both of you flushed bright red.

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed, Lot,” you tease as she collapses onto the closed toilet. “We’ve changed in front of each other a billion times.”

“These aren’t ideal circumstances,” she groans.

Her wound isn’t too bad, but it probably hurts like a bitch. Sliced across her leg, the cut slowly oozes blood. Her knuckles are scraped up, too. There’s already green-yellow bruises forming around both wounds.

“It’s not awful,” you assure her. “They just need to be cleaned and get bandaged.”

You dig out isopropyl alcohol and a rag before a apologizing for the pain you’re about to cause her.

She whimpers as you clean the gash on her leg and wrap gauze around it, and you have to pray that she doesn’t see the way your face burns.

Someone rattles the door handle. “Are you still in there?”

Laura Lee. With a start, you realize you didn’t lock the door.

You and Lottie lock wide eyes with each other before you’re yanking her up and shoving her into the shower. She shoots a web to seal the curtain to the wall, tucking herself behind it.

The door swings open, and Laura Lee peers around from behind it. “Hey, we were thinking about ordering pizza—is that your blood?”

You look down at your hands, but it’s not yours. It’s Lottie’s, from where you had wiped it from her leg. You need to think of a lie, and quick.

“Oh,” you shrug in a hopefully nonchalant manner. “My nose started bleeding, and I put my hand over it while I got the rag.”

Laura Lee, of course, steps in to investigate. “Did it stop? We should say a prayer.”

You gently swat her prodding hands away. “Yeah, I’m fine. It stopped. I just didn’t get the chance to wash my hands.”

“Really,” Laura Lee insists. “We should say a prayer. This could be a sign of something.”

“Yeah,” you mumble, “of a ruptured blood vessel.”

You indulge in Laura Lee’s plead anyway, and pray that Lottie can resist her urges to laugh during Laura Lee’s prayer like she always does.

Lottie knows she doesn’t have much time.

She carefully slides the suit back on before slipping out of the very window she’d come through. From there, she makes a Pink Panther-esque getaway a few feet away from that window to the one that leads to your bedroom.

She carefully slides the bedroom window shut before flinging open a dresser drawer in hopes for some clean clothes. She digs out a Kean University pullover and plaid pajama pants. It’ll have to do.

She stashes the suit in the spot that she’d swiped the clothes from, and just as she shuts the drawer, she freezes. Someone’s coming.

There’s nowhere to hide. Your bed sits atop a wooden bed frame, meaning she won’t—can’t—fit underneath. Your closet isn’t big enough either. That only leaves…

When Nat swings the door open, she completely expects to find someone in a striped shirt with a sack of money over their shoulder. Something is being very noisy in your room, and she’s intrigued to know what could possibly be causing such a ruckus.

Instead, she finds… nothing.

She checks under your bed, even though nobody besides a small child could fit between the planks of your bed frame. She checks your closet. Hell, she checks the fire escape.

Nothing.

“Hm,” she decides, but there’s something… not right. There’s an itch under her skin that won’t go away.

When Nat leaves, Lottie can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She carefully lets herself down from the ceiling with a breath of, “Holy shit,” and a hand pressed to her chest.

There’s still work left to be done, though.

Quietly this time, she swings back out onto the fire escape.

There’s a knock on your front door, and you frown. Everybody’s here, and Misty didn’t say that they had already ordered the pizza, just that they were thinking about it.

You quickly rinse your hands of Lottie’s red blood before following Misty to the door.

Low and behold, the new guest is Lottie fucking Matthews.

You feign surprise at the sight of her. “Hey, I thought you weren’t coming!”

She walks over to you, arms open wide, limping ever so slightly as she engulfs you in a hug. “It’s a long story.”

Through a faux grin, you growl, “Tomorrow, we’re going to get coffee, and you’re going to explain everything.”

“Deal.”

KITTY MEOWS! I kept seeing Spider!Lottie edits on TikTok and there was an itch in my bones that could only be satisfied by writing this…

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superhusbands4ever · 6 months

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Me whenever someone in the MCU refers to the MCU as Earth-616:

#across the spiderverse is the only valid movie for calling it earth 199999 #marvel #mcu

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whoppert · 2 months

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Only For Emergencies! (carol danvers/ofc)

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warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), use of strap; noncon if you squint; dom-carol, sub-reader

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“You promised to only use the beacon if you needed me! It’s for emergencies only!” Carol was stunning when she was pissed, brown eyes raking over me, cheeks tinged pink. “I rushed over here, shit-scared that something had happened to you, and you’re just sitting there smirking? You’re impossible!”

I giggled, but that only seemed to stoke the flames. “If you’re so mad at me, why are you taking off your clothes?”

She pulled at her vest, opening it from some hidden seam, the shirt underneath clinging to her body. “The punishment should fit the crime,” Carol snapped, loosening her belt. “You drag all the way across the universe because you’re horny? Are you kidding me?”

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“Yeah, because sex with you is such a punishment and not exactly what I wanted from space-crossing booty-call.” I sat completely naked on the edge of the bed, only slightly tipsy from the champagne.

“You should shut your mouth, you’re in enough trouble.” Her jaw tightened, but there was just a hint of amusement in her voice.

I pouted, “what are you going to do about it?”

She was in front of me in a second, her hand gripping my face, forcing me to meet her gaze as she ran a thumb across my bottom lip. For a moment the realisation that I had messed up washed over me, mixing with the alcohol and the heat already coiled in my gut, but I wasn’t about to give in. Leaning down, Carol’s face drew nearer to mine, and in error my eyes fluttered shut, expecting a kiss, but when her lips drew closer to my ear, my breath caught in my throat.

“I am going to teach you a lesson,” she whispered, a teasing quality to her voice, before pushing me hard so I fell backwards onto the bed.

There was no preamble. The bed didn’t dip like it would have if Carol had crawled on top of me, no kisses or caresses to start. Instead she grabbed hold of me and yanked me down the bed until I was laying back, my knees bent over the edge and legs dangling while she settled between my thighs. Normally she would start slowly, licking and biting up my thigh until she reached the apex and then just to tease me she would do the same on my other thigh until I was begging for it, but today her mouth was immediately on my sex, and I groaned, her tongue licking up the center before swirling around my clit. I didn’t need the foreplay to get me ready today, because I’d spent the thirty minutes it had taken her to arrive lazily warming myself up until I was wet and desperate for her. Strong hands gripped my thighs as she feasted, the pleasure quickly building and fogging up my mind.

Yes, I thought, triumphant, this is exactly what I wanted.

A moan tore from my lips, and I rolled my hips against her mouth, only for her to pin me down with one hand to stop me moving. My breathing grew heavy and I tried to break free of her hold, but it was no use, she was too strong. Never before had she drawn me over so quickly, normally preferring to make the experience last as long as possible, but between her anger and having edged for thirty minutes, I didn’t last long under her tongue, the pleasure overtaking me, like a tightly wound spring that had been released.

I lay back staring at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling, heart pounding. After a moment, I looked down at Carol, my gaze managing to come into focus enough that I noticed the mischievous grin across her face.

“Come,” I said, trying to pull her up onto the bed so I could touch her, but she easily dislodged from my hold, shaking her head.

Her mouth was lowering again.

“What are you doing-?” I tried to ask but my own squeal interrupted me as she began again. “Carol, I’m too sensitive,” I sucked on my bottom lip as her teeth nipped at me, but she didn’t stop despite my protests. I tried to gain some purchase, feet scrambling against the floor, some leverage to get her mouth off of my oversensitive clit, to get some control of this situation, but how could I fight off one of the strongest people in the universe?

I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to admit that I was wrong, that I didn’t know what I was asking for when I called her like that, but I couldn’t.

After a moment, the pain of it melted into pleasure. Why was I fighting? Fuck, she knows exactly how I like it. My second orgasm of the night crashed into me.

And still she did not stop.

“Please,” I begged. For a second I swore I could feel the vibrations of a laugh coming from her. “It’s your turn. Please, Carol.”

She was relentless, forcing me to lay there despite how I wanted to thrash about. Over and over again she worked her mouth on me, before circling my entrance with a fingertip, taking enjoyment from seeing me squirm. I could feel a long finger pressing into me, back arching, head thrown back in anguished indulgence. Orgasm after orgasm. Each time the period of overstimulation was longer than the last and the pleasure more and more overwhelming. A second finger joined the first and I actually whined.

“Fine,” I snapped, tears in my eyes, “I’m sorry.”

Carol froze, her face slowly raising, but that darkness hadn’t faded from her eyes despite my apology.

As easily as if I weighed nothing, she flipped me over on the bed, the bulge of the strap pressing into my ass. When had she had time to get that on?

“Apology not accepted,” she said simply, and edged inside of me.

“Fuck,” I groan into the mattress as she filled me.

After what felt like an age she bottomed out, and in a moment of infinite mercy, allowed me a few seconds to adjust to the stretch.

“Do you know what I thought when I got that notification?” She said, her voice quiet and commanding of attention.

“N-no,” I stammered.

The strap slowly pulled back until it was almost out and she paused.

“I thought you were dead. Or on the edge of it.”

She thrusted back in hard, and I yelped.

“Don’t- ever- do- that- again.” Each word was punctuated as she rocked her hips against me.

“I’m sorry,” I nodded into the bed, gripping the sheets for stability.

Hands slid up my hips, around my middle, pulling me up and against her while she moved in me.

“What did you say?” Carol asked, hot breath in my ear.

“I’m sorry!” I repeated. “I won’t do it again, I’m sorry Carol. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

She laughed, the sound sending shivers along the nape of my neck. “We’ll get you a different beacon for when you’re needy.”

Hot wet kisses on my neck and shoulder as she kept up the brutal pace, drawing another orgasm from me as I dripped down my legs. Carol held me tight against her while I shuddered, one hand holding me up, and the other cupping my breast, a thumb grazing my hardened nipple. After the pleasure subsided, I braced waiting for her to begin again, but instead she slid out of me, guiding me onto the bed and pressing a kiss to my lips.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson,” she laughed, the brightness that I loved returning to her voice. “Rest a moment, love. Are you okay? It wasn’t too much?”

“I’m wonderful,” I confirmed with a sigh.

“Good, good,” she kissed my temple, cuddling me, “because in a few minutes I’ll be putting something in your mouth and I want you to show me how much you enjoy it.”

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morgangalaxy43 · 17 days

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Iman Vellani is so real this and I completely agree that the MCU is Earth 199999 and the main comics universe is always Earth 616

#kamala kahn #ms marvel #mcu #earth 199999 #marvel comics #earth 616 #marvel #iman vellani

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prmssm · 2 years

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Like a year ago, someone left tags on one of my multiverse meeting posts that went something like: "AA Steve and Tony are like two dogs scratching at the door wanting to get out to see each other." Ever since then, the concept of them having to be physically separated to attend meetings has lived rent-free in my head.

#i didn't stage this well and everyone looks wonky but i rarely get doodling energy lately so i just ran #doodlies #c: tony stark #c: steve rogers #s: stevetony #e: trn562 #e: 8096 #e: 199999 #e: 616 #e: 12041

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avengerscompound · 3 days

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Scarlett Johansson as Natasha Romanoff Avengers: Age of Ultron

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xialing-tenrings · 2 years

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A MARVEL STAN HAS SUCCESSFULLY INFILTRATED THE STUDIO THINGS CAN ONLY GO UP

#she will MAKE mcu earth 199999 #iman vellani #ms marvel #msmarvel #ms marvel show #kamala khan #tv: ms marvel #1k

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inhcritance · 6 months

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@localwebslingers liked for a Kraven-related starter! (MCU-verse, MCU Peter)

Once, before donning the mask of the Goblin, Harry had believed himself honorable. He'd thought he liked to play fair, to succeed on his own hard work the very few times he had a chance to actually work for what he wanted.

Then he'd found out that supervillainy required a ruthlessness he actually had, and a penchant for taking advantage of opportunities whenever they presented themselves. Spider-Man investigating something on a rooftop was one such chance, and while he didn't entirely expect the vigilante to be surprised -he never was, it seemed to be part of his powers- he hoped that by attacking so close to something he wanted to look at, he'd force him to play it safe.

He hadn't expected to hear the whirring of machinery approaching, as what might be half a dozen bird drones dispelled their cloaking tech, and someone started shooting.

"I thought you worked alone now, Spidey." The Goblin hissed, both in surprise and in an annoyance, because this had certainly been a trap and now he felt like a fool.

Even if he was not the only one being shot at, he thought, a handbomb already on his hands, and a circling bird as his first target.

#localwebslingers #localwebslingers || peter mcu #(( verse: mcu | earth 199999 ))

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roseillith · 2 months

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dj pica pica pica - planetary natural love gas webbin' 199999 (1999)

#m #dj pica pica pica #yamatsuka eye #planetary natural love gas webbin' 199999

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foxssketching · 1 year

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Iron Dad is maybe gone...but Doctor Dad is here 😊

#my art #art #doctor strange #stephen strange #spider son #spiderman #spiderling #peter parker #fanart #doctor dad #mcu doctor strange #199999 doctor strange

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madman479r · 9 months

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Peter brings home a stray

Felicia let out a tired sigh as she entered her apartment, well, her and Peter's apartment. She wasn't going to let her spider live in that festering shithole he called an apartment so she invited him to live with her at her place.

Anyway, Felicia stepped foot in her home and stretched, feeling the tension around her muscles leave along with the relieved sigh she gave out.

Only then did she notice 'Peter' in the kitchen, his back to her, but his suit was different.

Instead of the red and blue tights, it was red all over and he wore what looked like a light blue hoodie over it with torn off sleeves and a larger spider emblem across the torso. He also had a large belt around his waist and ankle pouches.

It seemed like he had yet to notice her so she leaned on the kitchen doorway and admired the view, specifically the ass.

"Hmm, Spider. Trying a new look?" She asked, breaking the silence.

'Peter' spun around and looked at her with wide eyes, as if he was caught somewhere he shouldn't be. "Uh...?" He dumbly muttered, sounding confused on what to say or do.

Felicia didn't pay much mind, walking over with a sway of her hips. "Not my choice of style, think it should have some black, but as long as it shows off that spectacular behind, I'm all for it." She smirked.

'Peter's' eyes darted all over, backing away like a cornered animal, still at a loss for words "i-i-I- uuuuuh!"

Felicia started to wonder what was wrong with her boyfriend and leaned into him. "What's wrong? Don't tell me I still get you all worked up and flustered." Felicia whispered into 'Peter's' ear.

The sound of the bathroom door opening and a familiar voice made the woman pause dead in her tracks. "Oh. Hey, Felicia!"

That voice was familiar when it shouldn't be because the owner of that voice was right in front of her.

Felicia slowly turned around to see... Peter by the kitchen door.

Felicia looked in front of her again and saw 'Peter'.

Looked back behind her and saw Peter.

In front of her. 'Peter'.

Behind her. Peter

She did the motion a few more times before looking at the Peter in the doorway and calmly said. "Peter... what the fuck?"

Peter, if that even who the fuck he was, noticed the other 'Peter' and his eyes widened. Not in confusion or fear, but understanding.

"Oh! Yeah I was waiting for you to get here but I needed the bathroom, just my luck you get home when I'm busy." Peter joked and cleared his throat as he noticed his girlfriend's unamused face.

"Uh, Felicia, meet my clone. Ben Reilly." Peter introduced.

Felicia turned back to this 'Ben' who stood there, mouth agape and speechless.

Felicia stared at the clone for a few minutes, not knowing what to say. She nearly kissed someone who wasn't Peter. Doesn't matter if it was clone, that was unacceptable in her eyes.

Her eyes wandered to his hair and Felicia knew exactly what to do.

*10 minutes later.*

Peter stood outside the bathroom door, listening in as the taps ran water and mist came out from under the door. Ben's pained grunts heard over the running water. "Please! Please God have mercy!" His clone begged.

"Felicia, go easy on him! He doesn't deserve this!" Peter urged.

Inside the bathroom, Felicia had a stern look on her face as she scrubbed Ben's head, holding the clone in place even as he tried to escape her claws. A open pack of blonde hair dye sitting close by.

"Not making that mistake again. Not making that mistake again." Felicia repeatedly muttered to herself, scaring Ben all the more.

***Omake***

Felicia sat on her sofa watching TV, it was one of those nights she just wanted be a couch potato. Besides, Peter was patrolling with Ben tonight, so it wasn't like he was alone.

It took a while, but Felicia had grown used to seeing Ben around. She couldn't very well tell Peter to get rid of him, not when Ben just reminded her of Peter too much and Peter had considered the clone his brother. The pair even managed to help Ben get a place to live, which Peter visited frequently to check up on his brother.

Ben was just confused about who he was, sure he had Peter's memories but he was like a lost, uncertain child in a big scary world and Peter, bless his heart, wasn't going to let his brother be all alone like he was.

Ben even helped them out a lot, it paid off having two spider-men, allowed Peter to be able to relax and slow down.

Yeah. Felicia decided that Ben was a good thing in their lives.

The sound of the balcony window door sliding open altered her on Peter's arrival, so she got up from the couch and turned to greet her boyfriend...

Only to once again see two Spider-men standing before her, one was her boyfriend as evidenced by the red and blue spandex.

But the other wore a mostly red suit but was black around the shoulders, collar and mask with ruby red lenses.

Peter removed his mask with a smile. "Felicia! I'd like you to meet my other clone, Kaine!" He excitedly introduce as the other spider-man removed his own mask.

His face was a lot less friendly, having what looked like a permanent frown on his face along with a scar that ran across his face, starting from the right side of his forehead and down diagonally towards his left chin.

Felicia stared at Kaine for a few seconds before heading towards her bedroom, only to re-emerge with a electric shaver in hand. "We can do this easy or hard. What would you prefer?"

"Felicia!" Peter cried out.

"Try it." Kaine growled.

"Kaine!" Peter exclaimed.

*20 MINUTES AND STRUGGLING LATER*

Kaine looked at himself in the mirror, running a hand over his now buzz cut hair. "... Damnit. It looks cool." He hated to admit.

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