Hexen quietly hummed to herself as Peter made his way home. He was riding a high of being bonded and she was revelling in all the new sensations she was being exposed to.

It was one thing to be bonded to Wanda, but Peter was completely different. Even subtle differences in their biology made it a much more exciting experience and she was only sad that he wasn’t enhanced.

Do you know that formula? He asked,

No, Wanda does not understand the complicated science, she knows what it does, and how it works but we do not know how to reproduce it.

What about Extremis, I caught that you were created from my, uh I mean his enhanced biology, could you recreate it?

Hexen quivered as she thought about it. He was correct. Her biology did contain the Extremis cells co-opted from the other Peter and while she didn’t know who to make the super-soldier serum, she should be able to simply copy the viral cells and make enough to enhance him that way. Quivering with anticipation of making her new host even stronger, and maybe persuading him to let her taste his passion, 

We need food, sugar treats or meat, get both! She excitedly told him, and he headed home. He was sure there would be food there but a twinge of sadness and pain flashed through him. That was one of Mary’s jobs, something she was forced to do to keep him happy.

Do not worry about Mary Jane. Once we fix the world she will be bubbly and happy and go back to being herself.

But that was what worried him as well. He knew the world was wrong but was it really okay to simply bend it back to suit himself? He knew Peter’s parents were dead, as Wanda only had memories of meeting his aunt, did he have the right to simply wish them out of existence, even if he didn’t remember afterwards.

Hexen huffed, no, you are wrong, they are not real, in the truth they were dead. Bringing them back is wrong, making lives when there was none is just as bad as taking away all the others that once lived.

Peter didn’t have an argument for that, it was a problem that sat uneasily in his mind until Hexen took it upon herself to break him from his dilemma.

An image of Wanda, bending over, burying her face between Mary’s legs while he slid into her filled his mind and he almost fell off the sidewalk in shock,

See, that is what you miss, that is what she is really like, hollow shells and ghosts have no say, make MJ right again, and stop huffing. 

She also laughed as he grew erect at her thoughts, and shifted to contain him, if a selfish desire, she should enhance him for that at least as this normal Peter was lacking in some departments.

Do not do that again, he chided her. That wasn’t me, that was him, and I am not him.

Hexen tutted, you are not, you are a ghost too, and ghosts have no say.

You want my help and then behave like- but Hexen gripped at his mind and he halted on the sidewalk, unable to scream at the agony that flowed through his body,

We do, and you will obey. Wanda and I are of one mind, we need you, we wish things to be better, we wish for our Peter back, we love our Peter and his loss pains us. We will not ask as she did, we will take it, and you will listen or else.

As the agony subsided Peter felt at his face and the warm trickle down from his nose was wiped away. Blood, he thought

Yes blood, we can hurt you, Peter. We do not wish to, but we can.

So then, what do I get from all this? I mean, if you can just control me, why bother? Just kill me and take over, and Hexen huffed,

We do not wish it to be this way, but we miss our family, even to see you in this state hurts us, we need our mates back, and we have nothing.

So what? You thought threatening me would work?

We could have made Wanda bond with you if that is what you desire, but we remember the Peter wishing to only have willing mates,

And Peter knew she had him there, finding out Mary wasn’t as happy as he was in their relationship stung him deeper than he thought possible,

Okay, okay, just no more pain alright, if it’s as great as you say, and I really have no choice, then okay. And he nodded to himself, taking a deep breath, oh just please don’t be some fucking bullshit URF trap.

They were both quiet for the remainder of the walk home. Peter slid his keys into the door and as he let himself in the apartment seemed emptier without Mary waiting to greet him at the door, but now he realised it was all bullshit. She had been conditioned, like the workers in the reeducation camps to make him happy. Every memory he had of her smiling and laughing with him was now tainted with that thought,

Fuck this bullshit world, and fuck Doom.

Heading into the kitchen she slid open the refrigerator door, “uh, if it's a meal I really don’t know how to cook, I mean Mary took care of all that.” and Hexen laughed,

We know how to make the treats, Wanda was always making and baking with her mother, and we basked in her glow.

Peter shrugged, “fine, so, help me” As Hexen extended down over Peter's arm she grabbed some eggs and soda from the fridge, forgoing the milk for something sweeter. Adding spices and herbs from the rack, she chopped an onion from the basket of vegetables and fried them in oil before stirring in the beaten egg, christening it with salt and pepper once the mix had begun to pale and congeal on the bottom of the pan.

Drinking his coke and letting Hexen hum in joy as she ate the entire carton of eggs scrambled with fried onions he belched and sighed, it had been a long day.

Lie down, this will hurt, maybe.

What do you mean maybe?

We have never done this, we might fry your brain or burn down the home, we don’t know, now, stop being a baby and lie down.

Stop being a baby my ass, what if you kill me?

See? being a baby, now Lie Down! And the last one wasn’t a suggestion.

Peter lurched over to the couch and lay on it, and his muscles contracted in discomfort as Hexen began to work.

She flooded his body with the virus and he writhed in pain as it absorbed itself into his immune system and then began to infect the rest of his body.

Muscles swelled and contracted, his pupils expanded and then contracted, blinding him and a high pitched whine echoed in his ears. As he lay on the couch, gritting his teeth, the fire within him slowly began a warm comforting glow and he sat up and examined himself.

His clothes were ruined, he had sweated out a horrible foul-smelling mix of dead cells and sweat, and as he stripped and threw his clothing into the washing basket he looked down at the new him.

Nodding in appreciation of his figure, too many late nights, too many missed meals from overworking meant he was stick-thin and pale but now his muscles shone with a healthy tanned glow, as Hexen swarmed over him she became his favourite clothes, simple jeans with a white shirt. He was amazed she could do that but shook his head and smiled,

I need to visit my parents, if anyone knows where Doom would be, or how to get access to the main facility it would be them.

Peter knew that if a huge reality-altering device was present, it would either be in the capital or in the city. New Doomsberg was the research centre of the United States of Doomerica, and Peter figured that while Doom might want it close, he might not want it right on his doorstep.

The best place to hide a device would be amongst a whole bunch of similar devices. R and D had a lot of buildings, and adding a few secret levels to one for more wouldn’t be difficult, not with Dooms security. He could simply walk to his own lab, but he needed allies to pull this off successfully. With Wanda out of the question, and with very few friends, his parents were the best people to ask. He would just avoid mentioning their fate in the original reality.

A knot tightened in his chest when he thought that he could be erasing so many loved ones from this world, but as Hexen reminded him, there were many more that had died, and as he fought back tears he felt a smooth rush of warmth in his head,

Did you?

We did, we cannot have you distracted, there will be no more tears from you, do your task, and we will reward you.

Reward? But before Peter could ask further he was suddenly in a white room,

Yes, said the grey-skinned woman in front of him, her face was strangely smooth and on parts of her body were dotted red runic symbols that Peter had no clue as to their meaning, we will reward you, and she slid a hand down his front, we cannot let you take Wanda or see her again, but we are willing, we might not be as attractive but we can do more, and Peter felt her hand scratch over his groin and he grew hard at her touch, we wish to taste the Peter? Would you like a reward?

As she stroked him, he nodded, and as he floated in this strange white empty space he felt a strange sensation of lips around his manhood, and as he stared at the smooth almond eyes they seemed to narrow in amusement as the lips continued to pleasure him until he came, spurting into the void,

More! Hexen shouted feeling the rush from him, more more more!

She straddled in front of him and he felt her part and he slid into a warm cave. It wasn’t like being with Mary, this was just tight and smooth, hehe, he heard her giggle and the cave became ridged, and as she slid up and down on his length he felt another orgasm rising. He grabbed onto this strange thing and began to thrust. It felt good, and he wanted it more and more and she wrapped herself around him. With a final thrust, he cried out and emptied himself into her one final time. Sighing happily, she kissed him,

We are happy, you are not our Peter, but you share some similarities, Hexen said giddily, and we will reward you more. If you behave and do as we say.

Peter could only nod as the world faded and the drab living room came back into view. He had expected there to be some mess, but as he felt Hexen tighten around his sensitive and limp cock, he knew she had taken care of it. 

As he stood, and Hexen adjusted herself over him, he noticed the room for the first time. Normally he was too tired or too wrapped up in his work to notice.

There were no pictures, no flowers and the small number of decorations there were, were all things from his parents. Mary hadn’t decorated, she hadn't personalised anything. This was her prison, not her home, and even if he was forced, if Hexen gave an equal amount of punishments as well as rewards he steeled himself to change the world. This wasn't a home, this was a prison for him as well.

As he looked around more at this life he once lived he realised that it was for the best. He would end more misery than he would create. Neither world was perfect, but it would be better than this.

Hexen, tell me more about your Peter, tell me about them all.