" Agent, your leave is requested at once."

" Actually." She says, her hands falling to her sides along with any displayed playful energy. " I was already leaving."

Just as Peter's Spider sense bursts to life from a monotone hum, his legs are swept up from under him forcing him to heavily fall to the ground. A muffled gun shot follows only milliseconds after.

Peter growls the animalistic part of him completely taking over as he picks himself up momentarily confused on whether to turn on what ever had knocked him aside or return to his task of taking care of the openly presented threat the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director had proven himself to be.

He doesn't dwell on it too long before picking himself up with great speed and lunging at the man with an animalistic aura in his actions. He tackles the high authority to the ground quite satisfied with the loud knock the man's skull creates as it slams against the hard wood of a table that was
Standing behind him.

Peter grabs the wrist of his now unconscious prey. The man was strong but only human. No match for that of the hybrid. He hardly moves the edge of the man's sleeve away before a tingle at the base of his own skull tells him to turn around just as he's pulled away from his prey to his objection. He twists in the grip on his shoulders, managing to get out of the hold only to have Max take the fabric of his suit and pull him to the ground instead.

Unaccustomed to being thrown down forcefully the arachnid lets out an audible huff as the air is forced from his lungs. It doesn't delay him long as he roles to his side ready to spring back up.

" Peter. Stop. I'm-" Peter cuts her sentence short as he again grabs for her throat like he had before. She wouldn't possible risk shifting in this building. He could pull it off this time. He could rid of the female like he had wanted before. He could finally remove the threat. He wouldn't have to worry about his secret getting out anymore.

Something warm envelopes him like an unwanted bear hug with a blanket before the two bodies are turned over and the unwelcome warm embrace is removed to reveal he had in fact just been forcefully hugged by the female with her wings to turn them over.

" Just trying to help you. You're getting out of control Peter. Your hunger is altering the way you think. Don't you see what you've done now? Now Fury knows there's something up. It's only a matter of time before they catch something about your little Night Spider hunting sprees. You have just thrown out any chance of me being able to help you get through this without being looked at with distrust. And now you've made me blow my chance of being here all because you couldn't control yourself. Peter I knows it's hard. I know you're still hungry, your still it sufficiently heathy and full, but you're just hurting yourself." Max says looking down at him with a sorrow he'd never be able to understand. The way she is looking at him with such care as she pushes his shoulders down to keep him remotely immobilized as she straddles his stomach.

All she had been doing was trying I help him. Help him from become in and falling victim to the monster he really is deep down inside. The monster that killed people. The way he killed uncle Ben's murder. He had been an accident. And then, and then he just bit into the man's flesh. He had no idea what he was doing as he sucked deeply at the wounds created by hidden venomous fangs grown discreetly behind his canines. Or the look MJ had given him when he had accident toy bitten her. He swears it was an accident. He couldn't control his actions as he harshest dug his teeth into her skin. The way she had cried and screamed as his poison burned through her system and slowly burned her veins as he sucked the life out through there her forearm. He swears it was an accident. Yet... He still couldn't bring himself to truly feel sorry. He was sorry I was her, but not that he did it.

How long he had punished himself be starving. How well he had been keeping himself under control By killing himself slowly and painfully. And then... It just all fell away. All the work He had done to prevent this. And now look at him. Laying under a S.H.I.E.L.D.  Agent with his surely seriously harmed if not dead boss. He had fucked up. He had messed up bad. What if Wade found out? What if aunt May found out?  What if Max betrayed his secret and it went public? He'd be brought to a base and locked away. Away from the sun. Away from the wind that would rush by while he swung and flew. Lock away from his webs and life. Away from Wade and May.

Peter looks away from her when the first whimper escapes his throat. It sounds like the pained sound of an injured dog before it turns into a heavy sob. Tears run down his face and are absorbed into his mask before its carefully removed by the shape shifter. Peter cringes as another heavy sob causes his whole body to contract. His fave already red as he continues to cry.
" W-what a-am I Sup-p-posed to do? I can't j-just stop," Peter hiccups as he speaks through his water works.

Max gets off of him and pulls him up into a the most of a comforting embrace she can offer to the arachnid. Her wings very warm to the touch as the heat soaks into his suit much like the warmth of cloths just out of the dryer only she doesn't cool off after a few seconds.

" I think for right now we can worry about the details later. This room is still offline so we don't have to worry about someone looking back on the security....Why don't we just get you back to Wade for now yeah?"

Peter sniffs as his stomach clenches again as he tries to control his tears. He nods as he tries to bring his pathetic sobs back under control

So how's your day been?
What do youthful of the story so far? With all the new exciting drama and really not exciting stuff but its something.

I have so much stuff I'm writing and want to write and future post but I either don't have the time or I want to get this finished first.

By my guest and check out my newly posted one-shot the here and the now. I think you'll like it.

So. I have a few story options for the upcoming a that will be actual stories and not just one shots. So,

I have

- Mind games

A darker fic with possible triggers. And it's exactly what the tittle is.

- Why can't I hate you

A conflicting story where the Arachnid never really meant any of the intimate things he said the night before

- Look away

Peter doesn't understand. Why can't anyone here him, See him? Why is he invisible to them? Why can't he remember?

What are your opinions for the next story? Want more info?