Interns

It was official. Winter sucked. The weather was just too cold, even with the features his suit had. Peter couldn't imagine how bad it would have been if he was still wearing his old homemade one. The only good thing to come from the cold grasp of snow and ice was the fact that the crime rate was at an all-time low. Not even crooks wanted to deal with freezing temperatures.

He'd been able to spend a lot of time at the Avengers Compound. Global Threats didn't slow down for the New York Winter, but he stayed local. There were times he wondered if he made the right choice. If he had joined the Avengers, he could be on the way to face some guy named Doctor Doom who was trying to take over a country. It sounded cool, but he didn't like the idea of leaving the people of the city completely alone like that.

“Peter.” Karen called to him.

Friday stayed with Tony. Technically, the AI was everywhere in the Avengers Systems, but Karen was his personal support. Vision, or rather Jarvis, had a small part in that.

“What's up?” Peter asked without pause.

He had been working on a new set of web shooters for a couple of hours now. Having Karen swap between the various methods was helpful. The issue came from being voice activated. It slowed him down in the middle of chaos. He wanted to figure out how to switch it to a touch-based interface for faster transitions. Currently, he had a simulation that worked.

“It's been two hours.” Karen reminded him. “You need to take a break.”

“Two hours?” Peter looked up at the clock nearby.

The wide digital display was actually part of a larger screen that covered the entire wall. He had the view set to look like a standard brick wall rather than the multiple in-progress diagrams that Tony worked with. The clock grew in size and a big red arrow appeared next to it.

“Thanks, Karen.” Peter chuckled. “Has the team come back yet?”

“No.” Karen replied. “They are currently engaged. Would you like me to contact Mister Stark?”

“I don't want to bother him.” Peter shook his head. “Is anyone else here?”

Peter saved his progress before he stepped away from the worktable.

“Doctor Foster and her assistant.” Karen replied.

“Oh.” Peter gulped.

“Your heart rate has spiked.” Karen teased.

“We talked about this.” Peter squeaked.

“I was making an observation.” Karen continued her attack. “For some reason, your heart rate spikes every time I mention Doctor Foster or her assistant. Do they cause you distress?”

Peter forced himself not to react. Karen had started to grow into her own personality as the years went on. They had spent a lot more time together now that he had graduated. Ned had made it into MIT, which was awesome, but didn't leave him anyone his age to be around. Tony had offered to write Peter a letter of recommendation. After a lot of thought, he wanted to take some time off for himself before he started back up with school. Plus, it would let him figure out how to structure his schedule between classes and his time as Spider-Man. He didn't want to start going to college just to mess things up by constantly missing class.

Doctor Foster, Jane, was not only a genius, but she was absolutely gorgeous. Logically, he knew he was too young for her. That didn't stop him from fantasizing. She only knew him as Peter Parker, not Spider-Man. While cordial, she treated him like a Professor would a student, which made sense. That meant he could stop by in costume to see if she ever fantasized about other heroes. She wasn't exactly dating Thor, it was a gray area. His adventures in the other Realms and through space made it hard to stick to a full relationship. That and there was the fact that he was literally a god. They bother were smart enough to know that he would outlive her by many, many years. It wouldn't be outrageous for Doctor Foster to need to relax.

Her assistant, Darcy, was even worse. She flirted with him all the time. He was sure she didn't mean anything by it. She flirted and traded snark with everyone. That didn't stop him from fantasizing about those plump lips of hers, or that amazing figure. She had starred in many a hot-shower stroke.

“Your heart rate is spiking again, Peter.” Karen stated. “You need more rest than I assumed.”

Peter blushed. He was so thankful that Karen didn't have a body. It would be impossible to look her in the eyes. He couldn't deny her if she asked about it eventually. She was a great friend, and it would not be right to keep her as an AI simply for his own convenience.

“Fine, fine.” Peter stretched as he walked out of the lab. “This doesn't have anything to do with your stories being on, does it?”

“You want to know if Cheryl gets her memory back as much as I do.” Karen replied. “Now, shoo. The intro is starting.”

“Be sure to record if for Wanda.” Peter called as he left the lab. “We can watch it all together when they get back.”

“I didn't forget.” Karen pouted. “She didn't ask. It would have been rude to check her viewing history to determine if she would have wanted it recorded.”

“I agree, Peter.” Friday spoke up. “Karen does have permission to access the files, but it is an unspoken agreement that we each handle our own systems. Just as I respect the boundaries of your suit and personal interface devices.”

“Thank you, Friday.” Karen said.

It was easier to think of the two AI as sisters rather than complimentary programs when they interacted. He wondered if they ever spoke to each other when he wasn't around.

“I know, I know.” Peter soothed. “Enjoy the show.”

The door to the lab opened with a happy 'ding' as he approached in reply. He made his way down the hall toward the lounge area. Avengers Tower was a bit of a misnomer. It didn't take up the entire building, just the top five floors. The rest of it was dedicated to various Stark Industries offices.

Avengers Compound was spread out among five buildings. The one most people knew about was dedicated to press conferences, meetings with various organizations, and the occasional official gathering. It was the only building that did not have any lower levels, nor did it connect to the others. The other four were split among various labs, training areas, an armory, and living quarters. They were connected vial underground tunnels.

Tony, Bruce, Jane, and Peter all had their own labs in the same building. While her main focus was astrophysics, Jane was no slouch when it came to engineering. She had designed and built the majority of the gear she had used when she first encountered Thor. The constant cross-over of ideas and projects led Tony to have a shared lab space made where they could all work. Peter kept his Spider-Man related projects in his private workspace. The team knew who he was, but he didn't want everyone to know.

Peter stretched his arms above his head. He felt, and heard, the joints in his shoulders pop. An involuntary moan escaped his lips.

"You'll make a girl jealous, intern." Darcy teased him.

Peter dropped his arms to his side. His focus returned to the room around him. Spider-sense was an amazing power that worked wonders for multiple forms of danger. Social embarrassment was not considered among them.

Darcy wore a baggy sweater and a pair of jeans. She stood with her back against one of the counters. The coffee machine beside her was in the middle of a fresh brew.

"Hi." Peter mumbled.

"Come on, Pete." Darcy smiled at him and motioned him over. "Cut it out. We interns gotta stick together."

"You're not an intern anymore." Peter shrugged as he leaned against the counter across from her.

"Trust me, once an intern, always an intern." She nodded. "It's in the code. Coffee?"

"Yes, thank you. I'll take your word on it." Peter couldn't fight the shy smile he gave her.

"I keep seeing you around." Darcy got a mug out of the cupboard for him. "Thought you'd be doing the college thing this year."

Peter had to force himself to pay attention. He watched as she stretched up onto the tips of her toes to reach a mug. The movement put her glorious ass on full display. When he pulled his eyes away from committing it to memory, he saw a playful smile on her face. She had caught him.

"Oh." Peter looked up toward the ceiling. "I'm taking a year to get everything in order. I don't want to quit the internship. It takes a lot of time so I'm trying to figure out how to work a class schedule in without making either of them suffer."

"You could just skip college." Darcy offered. "You're working with three of the best scientists in the world. They aren't going to kick you out on the street since you don't have a degree or seven."

"I know." Peter shrugged. "It just feels like that's what I'm supposed to do, you know?"

"Go to college." Darcy nodded. "I get it. It doesn't mean much in the real world. It's all about who you know. You, Mister Parker, know some good people."

"I get that, but it's just not…" Peter waved a hand above his head in frustration.

"Not how things are supposed to work. I get it." Darcy nodded. "I'm a Political Science Major. Do you know how many times I've used that degree? None. When I'm not working with Jane, I'm doing something with SHIELD, or the team."

"What were you going to do with it before?" Peter asked.

"I'd be a bad-ass barista." Darcy shrugged.

Peter liked the way it made her chest bounce.

"Speaking of." Darcy made them both a cup of coffee.

She dug through a couple of drawers before she found a marker.

"For authenticity." Darcy smiled proudly as she handed him the mug.

The name 'Paul' was written on the side of it.

"Thank you." Peter chuckled. He took a sip and gave her a nod. "This is a good cup of coffee."

"I know, right?" Darcy giggled.

They drank in companionable silence for a few minutes.

"So." Darcy placed her mug on the counter. "Are we going to address the unresolved sexual tension here, or just pretend we haven't been flirting with each other since you hit legal age?"

His spider-sense blared a moment before the hot liquid splashed against the back of his throat. While it wasn't that helpful, it did allow him to properly swallow the coffee rather than choke. Unfortunately, that meant he swallowed a mouthful of hot coffee.

Peter let out a ragged breath.

"You ok there, Pete?" Darcy hurried over to him.

She took the mug from his hands and rubbed his back. Peter nodded.

"Surprised." Peter managed to wheeze out.

His breath evened out. Darcy didn't take her hand off his back. Instead, she kept rubbing.

"You're pretty buff, Parker." Darcy squeezed his arm.

"Thanks." Peter chuckled. "I do parkour."

He tried to figure out what to say to compliment her. His brilliant mind came up blank.

Darcy made an approving sounds as her hands traveled to his arms.

"Parkour does a body good." She wiggled her eyebrows at him as she groped his biceps. "You don't have to explain. I get it. Being surrounded by super soldiers, international spies, and literal gods can make a person feel a little self-conscious." She shrugged. "Not all of us can make a skintight black leather suit look good."

"I'd kill to see you in a tight leather suit." The words left his mouth before his brain could register what they were.

"Way to go, Pete." Darcy laughed. "Getting back into the game."

"I…uh." Peter tried to think of something to say to keep the conversation going. "I don't date much."

"I can see that." Darcy smiled at him. "Don't be fooled, no one around here has time for a sex life."

"Sex?" Peter squeaked. "I just meant dating."

"That too." Darcy laughed. "You're too easy. Look at Jane and Thor, I know they were breaking beds, but then tall, blond, and godly had to zoom off to space. Bruce is afraid to have sex, that means Nat isn't getting any. Steve might not look like it, but he's an old gentleman. He needs to take a girl on a few dates before he can think of hooking up. Tony and Clint are probably the only two around here who regularly get laid."

"And you?" Peter asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm going through a dry spell." She shrugged. "I'm hoping that will change soon. What about you Pete?"

"There was a girl." Peter felt his face heat up. His encounter with Michelle before she left for college and the dumpster fire that was his attempt with Liz was all he had in terms of 'romantic' experience.

"Was?" Darcy moved closer; her hands now explored his chest.

"She got accepted at MIT." Peter shrugged. "We were friends, kind of."

"I'd say we're friends, right Pete?" Darcy asked.

Peter swallowed a lump in his throat. He nodded.

"Fuck it." He muttered.

Peter pulled Darcy closer. She let out a happy little sound a moment before their lips met. It melded into a moan as his hands traveled down her body. He grabbed her ass and lifted her up onto the counter.

"I prefer fuck me." Darcy tugged her shirt over her head.

Peter let out an appreciative sigh as the sight of her bra clad breasts. They were much bigger than he had ever seen before. His romp with Michelle was quick, awkward, and in the dark. Darcy was a grown woman, and this was in the light of day. She had curves. For some reason the phrase 'a fuckable Snow White' came to mind when he looked at her.

"Come on, Parker." Darcy slowly teased him as she unhooked her bra. "I want a show too."

Peter had his shirt off in an instant.

"Ooo." Darcy shifted her attention to grope his chest and body. "Damn, Pete. You're prettier than I am."

"Not possible." Peter chuckled.

Darcy cooed and kissed him once more.

"You are so sweet." She kissed along his jaw. "Enough talk. Get your pants off. It has been way too long."

"Let's not waste anymore time then." Peter undid her pants and had them down below her knees in a flash. "May I?"

"May you what?" Darcy asked in a slight daze at his sudden speed.

"Take off your panties." Peter asked shyly.

"Of course, cutie." Darcy lifted her hips to speed things along.

While nothing scandalous, her panties were a nice black bikini cut. They looked great on her. Her bush was nicely trimmed.

"Your turn." Her voice cut through his appreciative look.

Peter undid his pants. He hooked the edge of his boxers along and pulled them both down below his knees.

"Sweet fuck, Parker!" Darcy gasped. "Are you sure you're not a superhero?"

Peter chuckled. If she only knew.

Darcy moaned as his hands roamed over her skin. She didn't stay idle. One hand wrapped around his hardening shaft and began to stroke. Her soft hand gripped firmly as she worked him to full hardness. They moved closer. Peter found a wonderful wetness when the tip of his crown found her lower lips. His hardness slipped smoothly through her lower lips. The counter lined everything up just right. Her legs wrapped around his waist. She pulled him closer with each thrust.

"Oh." Darcy gasped as their hips met for the first time. "It's so… Fuck me, Parker. "

Her words dropped away as she let out a scream as her first orgasm swept through her body. She bit down on his shoulder. The sudden jolt of pain took him by surprise. His body stiffened as he let load.

"Naughty." Darcy chuckled. "You're supposed to ask a girl before you cum in her."

"It snuck up on me." Peter blushed. "Sorry."

"It feels like you're still up for more." Darcy wiggled her hips with his cock still inside her. "I could go for a few more too."

Peter slid deeper inside her tight heat. He shifted his grip on her hips as he kept his strokes slow. Each one he ended with a sharp thrust that jolted her forward, before began a steady pace. He wanted to make this time last. Darcy let out a long, loud moan as he finally sunk up to the hilt. Peter paused to enjoy the sensation and to prolong the moment. One hand left her hip. Darcy squeaked in shock as his fingertips found her little nub. Her body rocked against him as his fingers worked her to another orgasm. Peter moaned as her pussy massaged his shaft in a wild dance.

He began to rock back and forth in small movements. Peter increased the length of his strokes. He pulled out slowly before he pressed back in with the same speed. The steady rhythm drove them both crazy.

"Fuck, Parker. I think I'm going to keep you." Her voice shifted to a scream as her body began to buck hard against him.

Peter fucked her hard and deep through her orgasm. Her cunt desperately tried to milk him of his seed. A long, formless scream erupted from her as she hit another peak. He pulled her as close as he could. Peter groaned as he pumped her full of cum.

"Damn." Darcy sighed as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Wanda is going to be so jealous."

"What?" Peter asked through deep breaths.

Darcy gave him a cat ate the canary grin.