Arc Nine. Chapter Two-Hundred Forty-Eight. Open House

As Wanda led MJ and Peter through the aperture Stephen shook his head,

“I said Peter, not your girlfriend as well,” and Wanda just tutted at him. Of everyone, it had been MJ she had sought out first, and the pair had bonded. MJ had proven more than willing to accept her advances and they were spending a lot of time together. Peter, it seemed, had a fetish for redheads and watching the pair was one of his favourite things, and Liv had been happy to join as well when Gwen and Felicia were on date night.

“If I left her she could have called the police. Did you want them to follow me here?” And Stephen frowned and shook his head,

“It’s fine, I guess. But we need to make sure she doesn’t become disruptive, does he?” and Wanda shook her head,

“No, he has no powers. He thinks it’s a tumour, thankfully he didn’t get it removed.”

Stephen caught the look, “and you want me to open him up and take it instead?” and she nodded, “You know it’s been years since I practised, and I was a neurosurgeon, not a cardiovascular surgeon.”

Wanda shrugged, “is that still not better than me using my powers to rip it out of his chest?” and he snorted

“Anything would be better than that my dear student, but I still have the issue of not exactly being set up for surgery.”

“Can you not just conjure something? Or maybe one of these ancient relics could be used?” and she motioned to the sanctums full display cases of the more exotic magical instruments that the Ancient One had collected,

“Ah yes of course, just let me use one of the many cursed or dangerous magical knives on your friend, it’s been a while since any of them were used for human sacrifice,“ and he pursed his lips, “it should be fine,” and Wanda rolled her eyes,

“Fine. Fine. Then what?” and Stephen smiled,

“Use your powers, to gently remove the stone. It will be painful but you have something that can make him compliant and explain everything all in one go,” as Wanda looked confused,

Me, Hexen spoke in her mind, with a weak Peter I can bond with him, and remove the stone without hurting him.

Are you sure? Even without powers, Peter is still your maker. I and Wanda sighed, I don’t want you to get hurt.

Hexen flowed onto Wanda we are sure, we wish to finally taste the peter, in our own way and as Wanda held out her hand Hexen flowed from her and latched onto Peter who barely struggled as the symbiote flowed into him,

“Oh Wanda, it is glorious, we taste him and it is wonderful” and Stephen coughed, “Sorry Doctor, we always wished to touch the Petrer but his powers were too great.”

Stephen frowned, “I thought he made you all, why would he be dangerous?” and Peter coughed for a moment and held the yellow gem in his hand.

“We are absorbed back into him if we attempt the bonding,” and as she held out the mind stone to Stephen he shook his head,

“Sorry Wanda, you need to take that. I have one,” and Wanda frowned and Stephen sighed, “some stones can be held safely, such as the Mind Stone, others need a shell of metal to contain their power and carrying more than one makes the power of each stone multiply. If I hold the Mind Stone as well as the Time Stone I wouldn’t be able to control the power of both. If it is the Reality Stone we’re dealing with, it might be prudent to bring MJ or Peter with us. Someone needs to control the stone while we fix reality.”

“Hexen, how is Peter?” and Hexen rippled,

“We are in control, your mental commands are strong, and he is a man, nothing more.” Hexen replied, “We taste him and find him lacking. This is not our Peter, but still, he is the same deep down. We should trust him, we will share and he will know of us, and you.”

“Are you sure?” and Hexen nodded, “then do it.” and Wanda let go of her mental domination of him.

Peter gasped as the control Wanda had over him faded and the effect of being bonded hit him. He had never felt anything like it before as the strange tickling began under his skin and spread up his spine and into his brain. The only thing he could think of was pins and needles, slowly pickling their way up and dancing over his brain. Then the memories hit,

Shh, Hexen whispered, we love you and we share ourselves with you,

Hexen knew to start slowly. While she was the youngest she had been swapped to everyone else and the experience of the older hosts had become hers. Peter had taken great delight as well in letting Wanda indulge any and all fantasies she had, and Hexen had drunk deeply of his essence.

She slid smoothly into his mind, Her Peter would have been able to stop her but this one was a child and as she discovered his life, she shared Wandas as well.

Sokovia, the warehouse, the women, the loves and lives of them all. Wakanda and Shuri, and finally the strange eruption of energy and the changing world.

Peter sat on the floor of the sanctum, grasping his head as another set of memories came into his mind.

Raw emotions flowed through him and as he stared at the red-headed woman he knew what she meant to him, but not him. He knew someone had messed with the world but it was only through this creature that he cared. His world was perfect, and as he spotted Mary sitting on a couch with her eyes closed he knew he didn’t want it to change.

President Doom warned them, the URF used strange and mysterious methods to sway the citizens, and these two must have kidnapped him and were trying to make him part of their resistance.

With his parents high ranking officers in the Doom-Minion, and as he was slowly working his way up through the technical Corps they knew he could get them access to the top military installations in New Doomsberg.

No, Hexen hissed, we do not lie, and as she let him experience more Peter grew red and flustered.

Staring at the woman again he was bombarded with images of her naked form, writhing under him, of her and Mary both pleasuring him

She loves you, we love you, they all love you

But Peter knew it was a trap, he had never met this woman before and the helmets used in the reeducation centres used a similar method of realigning negative thoughts, there was no beautiful woman, there was no creature inside him, it was a hacked helmet, one someone was using to try and sway them to their cause.

Then we do this the hard way, and as Hexen squirmed and flowed over him she bonded to him fully,

“We are Hexen, and he is stubborn” Wanda felt the confusion and adamant refusal of the world they were presenting to him,

“It is not working, Peter is unwilling to help.” and Stephen sighed,

“Then we need another plan.”

“No, we know how to fix this,” and Hexen dived into his mind once more, and while his powers were nonexistent, hers were not, and soon it was not his flesh that wrapped around the Mind Stone but hers, and he gasped as she unleashed it against him.

She had taken a lot from Peter, and from MJ as well, and she flooded his mind. We do not wish to hurt you but we must, and she unleashed all the hidden pain they shared.

Peter felt Flash rant and rave about an unassuming Peter, of how MJ must still have feelings for him, and alone she wept,

Peter sat, holding a soaked rucksack, while he watched Flash and his crew laugh

Hexen filled him with the rage he felt at Flash and the peace he found after beating and throwing him off a roof.

Each hurt, every slight was filtered into Peter and under the enormous pressure of her psychic assault he broke down and wept,

Stop please, stop. But Hexen wasn’t finished, she swirled and slid from his and onto Mary, covering her and as the pair shook, she took from her before sliding back,

Peter saw her taking a pill, like always, a sedative, to make the torture of lovemaking pass faster, once a month injection of heavy anti-psychotics, as the man she was forced to spend her life with remained unaware of how she felt. Trapped and afraid.

Classes to make her the perfect wife. Stripped and embarrassed as she was taught now to please him, and reduced to nothing more than a household appliance. Her only purpose was to cater to his every whim and desire, and finally, as the helmet was slipped over her head, removing any rebellious thoughts. She would be perfect for him, she would please him any way he desired and Peter's mind broke.

Under the assault of the fresh memories, the pain and the guilt crashed against him and Hexen knew it was time.

Filling herself with the Stone’s power she took the shattered psyche of the altered Peter and filled it back in with her own experiences of him, the loving tender Peter who checked Natasha every day, spoke in quiet whispers praying she would recover,

The attentive Peter who worked on projects with Liv, who sparred with Laura and then chased her around the bathhouse, who cooked breakfast for them all and cleared away their plates, receiving kisses and thank yous as they all headed to work while he remained at home, working on his designs.

She shared their love lives as well, showing what she knew of whose bed he hopped to and the little kinks and fetishes they all enjoyed so much.

The Peter who simply laughed when he found MJ of all people buried between her legs, the pair finding a mutual attraction, and as they slid up the bed, shared a look and invited him to join.

Wanda took no pleasure in her work but the altered Peter was a product of a regime designed to make those at the top complaint and unwilling to give up their power, and that was not the man she needed.

Peter’s head glowed yellow as Wanda continued her assault, and it wasn’t until he raised a hand, “stop, please, I know, I’m fine, please.” that she stopped, and Hexen slid back into him,

“Are you okay?” Wanda asked him,

Peter shook his head, “I know what you did. I have enough to remember, but it’s not me, it’s like being a ghost. I’m not him, I know I’m not him but,” and he shook his head again, “but I’ll help, I’ll make the world right again.”

Wanda looked at him

“Hexen?” and as his clothing rippled she nodded, glad that this Peter hadn’t done anything strange to her, and that he was telling the truth.

“There is one problem though, that patroller said you were a mutant?” and she nodded, “then you have to stay here. They have built-in gene scanners. The URF uses mutants as shock troops and being unregistered will land you in jail, or worse.” Peter had heard his parents talk of the camps where they used mutants for testing. President Doom had a mutant sterilisation project, and the few mutants that were allowed to wander the streets wore a control collar at all times, rigged to explode if they used their powers.

Stephen looked over at Wanda, and looked concerned, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. We need your help, but you have no idea what you’re looking for,” and Peter shook his head,

“And you'll be dead. They’ll take you away, collar you, and if Hexen is right and it doesn’t work, they’ll kill you. So that’s your choice, trust me to do this or die.”