MARVEL:ABSOLUTE EVOLUTION (AU)

(it's a test chapter, should he follow this route?then I might as well add smut but don't expect romance, story would be dark in future)

[Unknown POV]

The smell of coffee drifted through the air as Peter wandered into the kitchen, scratching the back of his neck. His eyes landed on Aunt May, standing at the counter in a loose-fitting T-shirt and leggings. Her back view was enticing to Peter—no matter how much he tried to ignore it, he couldn't deny May was a mature beauty, hiding so much under those loose clothes.

"Good morning, May!" Peter walked closer and hugged May, his arms wrapping around her tummy, his fingers brushing through her skin.

May yelped in surprise but quickly calmed when Peter's soothing voice whispered in her ear, making her feel ticklish as she blushed.

"Peter! When are you going to stop sneaking up on me?" she grumbled, though her voice was more flustered than annoyed. She sighed as Peter's hold on her tightened, his wide chest pressing against her back, his muscular arms holding her like he never wanted to let go. She couldn't deny she liked it.

'Gosh, May… stop thinking he's your nephew,' she thought to herself, trying to ignore the thoughts racing through her mind.

She enjoyed his touch and his hugs as Peter seemed different these days, more confident, more sure of himself, and sometimes she felt like he wasn't her nephew at all. But those distracting thoughts faded away as she remembered how people developed different personalities to deal with trauma.

"May… can you stop daydreaming?" Peter's calm voice pulled her back, and she turned to face him, finding his eyes sharper, more intense. Damn, he was getting handsome. "Ahem… you are done with your morning workout?" she asked, her tone casual, though it barely covered the deeper emotions bubbling beneath.

"Yes, just got out of the shower! And damn, which shampoo do you use? It's so refreshing," Peter said, leaning in, sniffing at her neck as if he couldn't resist.

"Why? You want some?" she teased, trying to push away any weird thoughts, but she froze when she felt something thick and hard pressing against her butt from behind.

"Ekk… Peter…" she gasped, realizing what it was. She wasn't some innocent girl or woman, but she never expected it to be quite… that big.

Peter realized what she meant as he let her go, his face flushing. May turned around and saw the outline of what she could only describe as a monster poking through his loose pants. "Uh… sorry, May… I couldn't control… I—" Peter stammered, his expression one of innocence and embarrassment.

"It's okay, Peter," May said, taking a deep breath as she tried to calm her racing thoughts. She wasn't disgusted; she felt something else—an attraction she never expected. If it was any other guy, she'd have kicked his balls by now.

"I know, boys your age… it's just a hormone reaction," she joked, trying to keep things light as she looked at Peter's innocent face, his confusion obvious. "Maybe you should find a girlfriend, young man," she teased, her tone playful, though deep down, she knew she was serious.

" Or do you want my guidance?" she teased again, her voice a bit breathless. She was shocked when Peter said, "Yes?"

"Damn… I was just—" Before she could finish her sentence, Peter's phone rang.

"Hey, Gwen… What? I'll be right there." He cut the call quickly, getting ready to leave. Peter glanced at his flustered Aunt. "Sorry, May… Gwen got sick," he said, gulping down his coffee as he prepared to leave.

"What happened? Is she okay?" May asked genuine concern in her voice. Gwen was their neighbourhood and Peter's best friend.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," Peter said, giving her a quick, reassuring smile. He kissed her cheek and left the house, leaving May standing there, a little surprised and ashamed when she felt a hint of wetness under her panties. "Damn… what's happening to me?" she mumbled, dazed and confused.

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[Peter's POV]

As soon as I stepped out of the house, my earlier mask of concern disappeared, replaced by a mischievous grin. "Damn… that was thrilling," I chuckled to myself, thinking about May's expression. Despite her age, there's a youthful, almost innocent side to her that's hard to ignore.

"It's going to be fun breaking through her defences," I muttered, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. "After all, what's the point of a second chance if I don't enjoy it to the fullest? This world is filled with superpowers, and if I don't adapt, I might as well die trying."

I sent a quick text to Gwen, letting her know I'd be there in five minutes. Truth be told, I was excited to see her. The thought of her reaction—whatever it might be—was intriguing. And who knows? Tonight might finally be the night I complete my next evolution.

A few minutes later, I arrived at her house and rang the bell. Almost immediately, I heard quick, frantic footsteps approaching. The door flew open, and before I could react, something—or someone—latched onto me tightly.

"Uh… Gwen?" I said softly, her arms squeezing me with surprising strength. My hands instinctively wrapped around her slender waist, steadying us both. She felt... good in my arms.

"P… Peter…" Gwen murmured, her voice shaky, as she buried her face in the crook of my neck.

"I'm here. Calm down," I said soothingly, picking her up as her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist. My hands grabbed on her soft butt, holding her firmly in my arms m

She trembled slightly but didn't let go. "You're here," she whispered, her warm breath brushing through my skin.

"Of course, I'm here," I replied, my tone gentle yet teasing. "Didn't I tell you to call if something happened? Now, what's got you all worked up?"

I carried her inside and noticed the absence of her father. Captain Stacy must have left for work. The thought of him walking in on this made me stifle a laugh internally as I sat on the couch, pulling Gwen onto my lap.

Her grip loosened slightly as she pulled back, her wide blue eyes meeting mine. They were a mix of relief and something unspoken. "I… I don't know. It's just… everything feels overwhelming," she said softly.

"Overwhelming, huh?" I asked, maintaining eye contact, my tone serious but curious.

She looked down, clearly struggling to find the right words. Finally, she glanced back up, her expression a blend of panic and excitement. "Peter, you're not going to believe me, but… something's wrong with me. Or—not wrong, just… different."

I leaned back slightly, feigning curiosity. "Okay. Start from the beginning. What's going on?"

Taking a deep breath, she tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, "It started after yesterday's school trip to Oscorp. Do you remember the spider exhibit? Well, one of them got loose… and it bit me."

"A spider bit you?" I repeated, keeping my tone neutral. Deep down, I already knew, but playing dumb was part of the game.

'Well, I have to do good acting; I should learn it too. It's going to help me a lot in the future, after all, I have to hide my real intentions,' I thought, looking at Gwen.

"Yeah," she said, nodding quickly. "On my neck. At first, I didn't think much of it, but… Peter, I woke up this morning, and I'm not the same."

She stood up abruptly, pacing the room as if trying to burn off her nervous energy. "I can hear things—like, the neighbors' dog two streets away. I can see cracks in the ceiling I've never noticed before. And the smells—it's like my senses are on overdrive, and it's giving me a headache."

"Okay, slow down," I said, leaning back casually. "Don't panic. That's just going to make it worse."

"But that's not all!" she continued, her voice rising slightly. "I broke the sink this morning without even trying, and…" She raised her hand and flicked her wrist. A thin strand of webbing shot out, sticking to the wall.

"Well, that's something you don't see every day," I said with a grin. "Congratulations, Gwen. You've become Spider-Girl."

"Peter, this isn't funny!" she groaned, running her hands through her hair. "I don't know what to do."

Standing up, I walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Relax. We'll figure it out together, okay?"

Her panic softened, replaced by a tentative smile. "You think so?"

"I know so," I said with a grin. "Now, let's see what else Spider-Gwen can do."

"Don't call me that!" she groaned, though there was amusement in her eyes.

Too late—I was calling her that.

But just as she began to relax, her expression shifted, a frown forming on her lips. "Peter… how did you know?"

"What?" I asked, feigning confusion.

"You told me to call if anything happened. And the way you're reacting now—it's like you were expecting this. Were you?" Her voice turned serious, her gaze piercing.

I smiled faintly, shrugging. "Gwen, in a world like ours, where people fly and mutants exist, nothing surprises me anymore."

She didn't look convinced, but she let it go for now. Perfect. For now, she didn't need to know just how much I already understood about her newfound powers—and how much they might mean for my plans.

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