As Peter blinked and his eyes came back into focus he saw it was Natasha,

“Hey Nat, wait? How are you here?” and she scowled and shook her head at him,

“‘Cause you fucked up that's why.” and the two officers came into the room and undid his cuffs. “First missions are always training, fake missiles, fake everything, see?” and she turned to the wound on her back as obviously fake, just a simple patch of fake blood and foam

Peter shook his head and scowled, so why could I smell blood?

Natasha muttered something under her breath and Peter's eyes snapped back in and out of focus and he shook his head, “uh, yeah sorry, so, I uh, fucked up, what happens now?” and Natasha crossed her arms.

“We go home, and you wait until Fury decides to fire your ass or not,” and she motioned for him to follow.

“Top secret training facility, so roll up your sleeve,” and she took an injector out from behind her,

Peter frowned, that's not right either, and he let the symbskin jacket he was wearing fold back, no, this is a real jacket, and he took it off and stared at it, this isn't real,

Natasha muttered something again and Peter’s head swam, “sure sure,” he said and after taking off his jacket, he rolled up his sleeve and Natasha pressed the injector against his arm.

“See, not so bad, now, you sleep and once we're done, you’ll be home okay?” and she smiled at him.

Home, yeah, home is good. Peter thought as the world went black.

“He can tell it's not real,” the woman said, and a man behind her scowled and shook his head,

“I don’t care, probe him, find out everything he knows and then kill him, use any means necessary.” and dismissing her he walked away, reaching for his phone he dialled and then spoke.

“Who the fuck did you send?” he spat into the phone, listening for the reply “no, he’s fucking not like Widow. The Witch can barely contain him. Find out who the hell this is and fix your fuck up.” Wanting to smash his phone against the wall Captain Strucker cursed out his contact. Shield sent experimental weapons and tech their way all the time, and his orders had been to investigate a new type of enhanced. Unlike that girl, this one was strong and would make an excellent soldier, if the collar worked and if they could keep him under control. So far, if The Witch was having problems then the collar would be useless.

As Peter stirred, Natasha ran her fingers through his hair, “hey, almost home, but sleep a bit longer okay?” and Peter's eyes drifted closed once more.

Back in the warehouse, he woke with a jolt. The last thing he remembered was a, was. No, the last thing he remembered was coming home, being safe and being taken to bed by his girlfriend. Wanda

“Hey sweetie,” she called from the courtyard, “do you want some breakfast?” and Peter rubbed his eyes and plodded out to the breakfast table.

Gwen was at work, her job with Shield had her working all hours and with MJ off shooting her movie, it was just the pair of them. Peter had rescued her from the clutches of Fisk and they had fallen in love almost immediately. Their first night together filled with passion, and as Peter stared at her she blushed.

Wanda was beautiful, just over 5ft 6 she had long flowing brown hair, slightly curly at the ends but she kept it straight.  A full chest and shapely legs and rear and Peter drank in her figure, hidden by her nightdress as he ate his toast.

“So, what's the plan for today dear?” she asked him and he frowned slightly,

“Uh, Fury I think. Nat said something about being fired cause I screwed up,” and Wanda shook her head

“I told you Shield was bad news,” and she slid a fried egg on his plate, “even if Nick fires you, there is always night school.”

Peter smiled and nodded, slipping a hand up her leg and gently stroking her thigh. He could feel the softness of her pubic hair and as she gently moved his hand up to caress her she stopped him.

Wanda froze, “not at the breakfast table dear” and she gently slid his hand away and moved back, Peter could see the apprehension on her face.

“What's wrong?” he asked, but as she hesitated to speak, Gwen burst through the doorway, followed by the sounds of gunfire.

“Pete, they know Pete," and as she morphed into Poison, a round caught her in the shoulder and spun her around. Agents, like the one he had killed so long ago, surrounded her and fired, riddling her with bullets, “NO!” he screamed and leapt at the men.

Peter awoke, sweating and panting, “shh, bad dream?” the woman next to him asked and for a second he didn’t recognise her, her long straight brown hair unfamiliar in the group of women that shared his bed.

As if she could hear his thought she stared at him, group? He heard and as he shook his head, she muttered under her breath and once more he fell back asleep.

Wanda was in a panic, she had been told to keep him under control but every time she constructed a new reality for him he started to see through it, or like the last time, it devolved into a mess. Hmm, maybe that's the key, and once more her hands flared in dark red energy and she touched his mind.

Peter sat up in bed and the cold reality hit him, he looked over at her, the strange woman in his bed and he shook his head, not this again, and she stirred.

“Are you okay darling?” she asked him, but he slipped out of the bed and plodded out into the warehouse.

Following him, and slipping on a dressing gown she tied its belt and made a coffee for him,

“It's been 6 months Peter, you need to get over it,” and he stared at her quizzically. “The diner, you did all you could but against 4?” and she moved over and stroked his hair, “even you can't fight four,” and he scowled.

“No, I lost yes but so? It's not like we always lose.”

The woman, Wanda, her name was Wanda, sighed and put a bottle of pills on the table. “Don't you remember Peter, you got crushed under the rubble with your friend, Gwen.” Peter picked up the bottle with an unknown prescription was printed out, “They’re yours, to help with the nightmares,” and he shook his head.

“No, I saved them,” and she came over and sat in his lap, brushing her fingers through his hair,

“No, you didn’t” and Peter was shocked by a fresh memory,

Flash, grabbing MJ and pulling her back into the diner as he rushed past her, her cries cutting out sharply as the ceiling collapsed on top of her. Blood pooling around the ragged edges of the debris.

Gwen, staring in horror as he pulled her towards him, her head striking the table. Peter fighting back tears as he performed CPR even as her breathing became slower and slower. Eventually pushed to one side by paramedics they worked until they covered her in a white sheet.

Felicia staggered, covered in blood, into the warehouse and as an armoured man attacked him he left her to bleed out on the old coffee table.

“You let them die Peter, but I saved you. I brought you back and now, now you need to do something for me.” Wanda said, “take your medicine Peter, and it will make everything go away, just like before, just a nice quiet dream where everyone is alive and everyone is safe.”

With tears in his eyes, Peter stared at her. “Do you love me?” he asked and she nodded. “Come here,” and she slid over to him. Pulling her onto him he wrapped his arms around her and while she felt the wet patch at her chest grow as he wept she also felt the hot patch touching at her groin. His erection, much larger than she expected, was digging into her. He had pulled her onto his lap, pulling open her dressing gown in the process and while crying buried his face in her chest and sat her on his lap, spreading her legs.

Wanda had no clue what to do, she had been told to do anything but this, this was too far. However the order was absolute, Use Any Means Necessary.

“I love you too,” and he looked at her and she felt it, she felt the connection to each of the women he shared his life with,

Gwen shook as he was gentle with her, laying her down as the orgasm swept through her, he gently kissed her as her eyes fluttered and closed. Poison flooding her with endorphins.

MJ sucked on his large manhood, Muse coating her throat and she took his entire length into her mouth, moaning as he returned the favour and buried his tongue into her. He had learned to stretch it and as it played not just over her clit but her g spot and into her deepest reaches they came together.

Felicia was bent over, she liked it fast and rough and as her face sucked on Gwen's, Peter buried himself to the root into her. Felicia moaned and cried out, kissing Gwen as he came deep inside her, and Huntress purred and the three shared in their bliss.

Liv stood over Peter with her favourite thing, and as she slipped it in her front he buried himself into her ass. Liv liked it rough and usually, she would be tied up, but this time, this time they watched. As the others watched her, pierced and lifted, both holes filled with Peter and his replica, fully on display, she quivered in delight as they began their show.

Wanda kissed him and slid down, feeling herself getting wet at his memories as they flowed through her. He was a beast, an animal, but each person he was connected to shared in his passion, and now she wanted that too. His mind gently caressed hers and she found her inhibitions melting away, he loved her and it was reflected back, she loved him too and more than anything she wanted this life.

Growing on the farm she was isolated, no boys other than her father and brother and even after visiting the town several times she knew that the unwashed farmhands, smelling of stale cigarettes and cheap schnapps were not for her. She wanted a rich, suave and kind man. She saw the cruelty behind her father's eyes and knew she hated him for it, even if it was never directed at her. Peter was kind to those he loved, he protected them and the warmth of his heart made even her feel safe. As she kissed him, she ran her hands through his hair and felt the sweet tenderness of his hands under her nightdress.

Feeling the erection she rubbed herself against it, letting herself go as they kissed. Peter had lifted her nightgown and with her large breasts free he licked and flicked at her dark brown nipples. As they hardened under his tongue he sucked and gently nipped at them. Wanda moaned in pleasure as she pressed down harder, and lifting his head she stared at him and dipped her head for a kiss.

Moving her against him he kissed her neck and as he held her close he whispered in her ear.

“Tell me what you want,” and she whined and kissed her neck back.

“Please, I want it, give it to me,” and as he pushed her back he grinned, letting him slide all the way inside her, she moaned and pushed down, as the pain of losing her virginity spread, she bit her lip and the pain broke her spell.

Wanda felt the world around her shatter and she gasped for air as the cold reality hit her like a truck. Peter, laying on a person bench stared up at her as the red energy surrounding his head crackled and fizzled out of existence,

“What? what did you do?” she asked him as he sat up and put a finger to his lips.

Tell me how to fool them, tell me how to find the stone.

Wanda stared for a moment but then she cried out and Peter tutted as he saw it, around her neck was an Oscorp collar. The design had hardly been changed from the one Liv wore, and he shook his head as Wanda clawed at herself. 

Pushing herself off the bench she stared at him. Crackling yellow energy swelled out from the collar and as her eyes flickered with light she stood and stared at him.

“You should have killed me,” and her hands glowed with red energy again.