I am Peter Parker

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As we cleaned up, I often ran into Kitty's gaze. Even when we hadn't really started, she would look right at me and point her fingers.

- I'm waiting for...

- For what?

When I was done with my section of the room, tying the bag, she stared at me again.

- I'm waiting for you to show...

- What? Can I get the whole sentence, without the dramatic fade out... Otherwise, I'm getting fearful of my hearing again.

Naturally, with the satisfied claps of finished work hand in hand, Kitty also made a hole in me, well, at least with a look.

- I'm waiting for you to show your perverted self.

- Oh, I see. - Having got the much desired end of the sentence, I turned to the other girls. - Anyway, thanks for your help, I don't think I could have handled that mountain of rubbish on my own. If you need a favour in return, feel free to ask. Bye.

- What?! What "bye", I'm waiting! - as the other girls left the room with tired gestures, Kitty was waving her arms in the air. I don't know why she does it, but it's refreshing, she could use a fan.

.....

The girls dispersed, Bumjar was snoozing and Ripley announced that the car would be arriving in an hour or two. Boredom was starting to slowly eat away at my brain, so I decided to take a little walk. On my way out I let out a sigh of anguish at the realisation that I was getting myself into trouble.

- Well, we only live once... Hold on.

.....

Actually, I have a lot to think about, or rather, a lot of people to think about. Naturally, I'm talking about Penny. When the whole situation of this world in terms of gender relations and established frameworks came to my attention, I was greatly concerned about my little sister.

She's certainly lost to society, infuriating most of the time, consists of nothing but problems and is not out of character at all, if there was an image in the dictionary meaning the word 'annoying', then.... What was I saying? Right, I kind of love her, a little bit. So I want her to be happy and in love, not a Pokémon for some suicide bomber.

- So I've got no choice but to meet her at the weekend and talk it through. - her plans, her expectations, her preferences. Besides, who knows, maybe she's already dating a good death guy.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - Suddenly a hand fell on my shoulder and my chest pressed against my back. Turning around, in front of me was a brown-haired woman with completely black sclerae that I had never met in my life.

- Who are you? - She laughed at my question and started patting me on the back and rubbing her breasts insistently.

- Follow me, Mr Cucumber. - ignoring the fact that "behind" meant behind, the girl started pushing me somewhere. I had one question on my mind:

- You're not kidnapping me, are you?

- Don't worry, I won't make you jump out of the cake in a thong, though you'll have to put on the last one.... - she said laughing, so she didn't mean it, did she?

.....

- Boo! You're no fun... - said Gambit ruffling her hair. Yeah, I figured out who she is and where we're going, otherwise why in the world would I let her lead me anywhere. - Though after yesterday, I don't think anyone would say that about you, right?

- Haa. I was contractually obligated, plus I was promised it was off the air.

- Oh. - The girl lost all her fun and glee for a moment, lowering her eyebrows and exhaling before she spoke. - Be careful, in showbiz they like to exploit young guys by noodling and pussyfooting around backstage. First they'll tell you to work as a waiter at an evening for the show's producers, then more until you're a comfort doll.

- Thanks for the advice. - I was sincere, for her words and her bitter tone made me think. Perhaps I really shouldn't have been so rash. - But I don't plan to linger in this world, just waiting for a paycheck like any other job.

- Is that so? That's good... - a little puzzled by her answer, humourless and instead drenched in wistfulness, I raised an eyebrow. - What can I say? You may have been the first pickle I saw, but you weren't the first pickle I wanted....

- Firstly, it's rather vulgar to talk about your first love like that. - For some unknown reason diverting my gaze, I overtook Gambit before I turned round and finished. - Secondly, it was cold in there, like a draught.

- Really?" with a cheerful tone, the shawl caught up with me and piled in behind me again, pressing her breasts against me vigorously. Perhaps it was because of that, but gradually the opposite problem to the draught began to build up.

.....

- So, young man, how are you feeling? - shining a torch directly into my ear, McCoy addressed me. - Any noticeable hearing problems? Any headaches? Migraines or cramps?

- I can't hear very clearly, it's like I'm in a tunnel or a cave, it's hard to explain. Oh, headaches, yes, I have them and I can name them if I want.

- Ha-ha, if you can take a joke, you'll be fine! - Erm, I was being serious, help me. - So, is this your last day with us? Sorry your experience here has been so unpleasant.

- Except for a couple of things, the whole brainwashing and kidnapping thing. - It's been a good week, almost a trip to camp.

- I'm sure it was... - with her eyes down, the doctor purred. - Seriously, when I told you to think twice before kissing someone, you immediately ran and kissed four others. You don't look like one, but you're a bully, am I right, Gambit?

- And then you switched to the teachers, trying to seduce us with your body! - the brown-haired girl dramatically toppled over in her chair. Speaking of her:

- Why are you here too?

- I was hoping to observe a full exam.

- For ear trauma? And how did I forget, Peter, take off your trousers. - Clearly enjoying herself in the campaign, McCoy said jokingly. - Seriously, are you here for me or him?

- Oh, as much as the idea of waking up every morning in the arms of a big, fluffy kitty warms me up, I'm in a pickle. - Gambit winked at me. - Is there someone else who wants to meet you?

Who is it? Probably someone I've met before, Professor X or Gina Grey. Maybe Emma Frost, who was looking at me weird. Or at the very least Wolverine, though why she would want to meet me I don't understand....

.....

- You can go, Gambit.

- But I...

- Go.

- All right, Cyclops, you're the leader. - Squaring her shoulders, the shawky girl turned and walked away, slapping me on the thigh in farewell.

- Interesting. - What Cyclops must have noticed, it's hard to tell because of her sci-fi glasses, but I think she did. - Come with me.

- Where to? No, her cold, confident tone is suggestive, but nothing more.

- We need to discuss what happened between you and the students of our school, preferably alone, in my room. - Her suggestion sharply striggered a very recent memory. Before I could say anything, however, Cyclops continued. - There, because she's close and the filming has made there extremely few places where you can expect privacy.

Well she seems like a serious woman, though she looks more like a girl, plus she is a teacher, especially teaching right in this place, so I don't think I have any reason to refuse. Not everyone's a horny Gina Gray.

- All right, well. - So after checking the time, I nodded and went along with her.

.....

Her room matched my first impression of herself - austere, well-maintained and pedantic, with little sharp angles that are noticeable purely by contrast, like the expressive paintings on the soft-coloured walls or the sweatshirt left on the seat of a chair in an entirely cleaned room.

*click*

While I was admiring the interior, a lock clicked behind me, followed by the rustling of fabric. With my eyes raised to the sky from exhaustion, I turned around and asked:

- What's going on?

- I'm undressing. - A concise and clear answer that eliminates the confusion of changing clothes.

- But why? - while I'm asking questions, she's already in her underwear.

- To have sex with you. - and now she's not. Fast, I must say.

Before the blood could rush to my brain and I could think, Cyclops strode at me with a determined stride, followed by a hand on my chest, pushing me onto the bed.

- Э? - On which I collapsed. Before I could get up on my elbows, she was already sitting on top of me naked.

- Hmm? Should I take that as a compliment? - she bounced in the seat she'd sat in a few times. - I know I'm attractive, though.

Because of her words, and only because of them, I inadvertently looked at the girl on me - a slender body, tightened by training with clearly defined curves, ideal for an artist, breasts in which the palm of the hand could sink, although it did not look very big or huge, long blond hair, curls of which lay so strikingly playful on light skin, casting a shadow on the already alluring places ....

I really signed my name, I told you I was going.

- At least I got some blood back in my brain.

- Huh? - although it's damn hard to keep her there, when Cyclops is moving and rubbing in the most dangerous place for finding women's thighs, and besides, hardly comfortable.

- Seriously, what's going on? - I closed my eyes for good measure. But now the touch and the smell are much deeper.

- I wonder if you don't want me. I feel like you do. - Please, can we not jump in there, please? Oh, and no rubbing either?! - Don't you want to give your stallion his freedom? И...

Damn, woman, you make me regret closing my eyes when you press your chest against me and breathe in my ear like that.

- ...Tear the soft flesh? - Use your head, Peter, use your head! What's she telling you?!

- "Rip it! Rip it! RWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

Not that head! It's the one on top!

- "Free cheese only comes in mousetraps. We're practically strangers, our relationship is at or below the level of hers with other guys, to whom I'm frankly losing out from every angle. There can only be one conclusion:..."

- "Rip?!!!"

- "Something's not right here at all!"

Listening to the voice of reason, I began to imagine various disgusting pictures, like: long expired food, rubbish, cockroaches on greasy surfaces, a naked Bomjara. Surprisingly everything was, in one way or another, connected to the Bastard.

- It's... Will you get off me? - and it helped, although the blood still hadn't all returned to his head.

- Hmm? No problem.

And just like that, Cyclops climbed off me, completely unashamed of what the flip of her leg would give me a view of, she picked up the clothes she'd removed earlier and began to dress, at the same pace she'd been undressing.

- When I'm sure you're not a pervert with a hard-on for anything with a crotch. Let me get this straight, what happened between you and Ginna Gray? - I'm not sure my knickers still have a hole in them! - Did she brainwash you?

Why is it that of all people, only she, the person we exchanged a few words with, was suspicious of my behaviour?

- When we met, you gave me the impression of a rather passive and mediocre person, in a relationship with whom a girl would have to lead to get anywhere.

How did we go from her sitting on me naked and rubbing her crotch against mine to insults? Is that what you call undercracking?

- So I was a little surprised by that story with the students. Of course, I could easily have been under the wrong impression, but those stories didn't fit in the same box as Wolverine's. - Yeah, judging by the room, that must have been pretty stressful for her. She even has the books in her wardrobe on the same level. - So I'm thinking you might have been influenced by one of us. There are plenty of mutants in the school whose abilities could indirectly or not so indirectly lead to this kind of behaviour.

Yeah, now I feel even more strongly about leaving this school. And not just because of Penny and homesickness and stuff. Speaking of which, why do I feel like I'm caught in the final episode of a detective show?

- But your interaction with them was limited due to the female students introduced to you. I'll be honest, Megan was the first suspect, but, um. She'd make a better prince than a gigolo. So the suspicion fell on the senior staff. The Professor wouldn't have done it anyway. Emma's not capable of it either, she'd rather boost your libido and give you fantasies to tempt you than break your brains. That leaves Jean, who has a temper. I'm sure she's the reason this happened.

- ... - well, Cyclops left me speechless.

- ...И? Am I right?

- I'm sorry, are you done? I was expecting a variation of "and she would have done fine if she hadn't."

- But that's how she did it. That phrase doesn't make sense here.

Nodding in agreement, I moved on to the story of how it all happened.

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- So, it happened just as I thought it would. - Nodding her thoughts, Cyclops thought for a while.

- What do you plan on doing about it?

- Nothing, practically nothing if you let her get away with it yourself. - realising that I would ask about the meaning of her 'practically', Cyclops sighed and continued.

- The world is made up of idealists. Many mutants talk about freedom and an end to repression against them, saying outright that it will make our world a better place. They are idealists for a society of mutants and humans. I do, however, understand that the freedom of a giant in the land of midgets can lead to destruction that may well be caused by the giant unintentionally. I understand the need for regulation and control, and my wish is that other giants understand this. After all, I am an idealist for a peaceful society.

- Okay, it's always interesting to learn a person's views on complex topics, but this doesn't answer my, not quite asked, question.

- Oh. I'll just keep a closer eye on her. - looking at the time, Cyclops walked to the door, opened it and turned to me. - Your car should be here soon, come on, I'll walk you out.

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As we walked, there was something that wouldn't get out of my head.

- If I hadn't passed that test of strength and decided to tear up, what would have happened?

- Nothing, I guess I didn't find myself in a rubbish dump to get into bed with the first guy I meet. No offence, OK? - To be honest, I'm kind of glad to hear you say that, in the context of the world. - Although if you had decided to take it yourself.

Oh, I guess I'm too excited, because now it's going to turn out that she prefers submission and she'd go to bed with the first guy I meet.

- I'd probably shoot you in the throat. - at that very moment a ray of light flickered across the red lens of her glasses.

See, bottom head, if it hadn't been for the top head, you'd be gone! You should be grateful to her!

- "Tearing up?..."

- "That's why they never listen to you..."