I'm Spider-Man (MCU)

Chapter 71: Chaste Calls

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The entire dinner with Fury was awkward. He never got his answer as to what Peter was doing in his daughter's bedroom, and Peter wasn't going to volunteer an answer.

While they were eating, MJ continued to ignore her father, but that got harder and harder as she thought of the gift she received from him.

Fury didn't think his gift could compete with Peters, yet it's the one that occupied her mind the most. Though Peter didn't mind. He hoped MJ and Fury could repair their relationship after all.

When the night came to an end, Peter and May took a cab home, leaving Fury alone with his family. Thankfully, the snow stopped and the streets were being cleared.

MJ and Grace wanted them to stay longer, but it was getting late and they wanted to give the family of three some alone time together. It was Christmas and that's how it should be.

Fury seemed to pick up on this and gave Peter and May a thankful look before returning to his usual scowl. He would never admit it, but he was grateful to his daughter's boyfriend.

'Maybe I should have him killed painlessly?' Fury thought jokingly as he hated the word 'boyfriend'.

When their taxi arrived, MJ walked out with Peter and May, taking any moment to stay away from her father that she could get. As they finished Loading up the car with their gifts, May hopped in first to give Peter and MJ some privacy for their goodbyes.

"You should stay." MJ says for the fifth time now. "I don't know what to do with him..."

"You mean your dad?" Peter asks with a smile.

"Yeah..." She answers reluctantly.

"You should go in there and yell at him. Isn't that what you wanted? To go right up to him and say how you feel? Make him understand what you and your mother felt when he left?" Peter says some words of encouragement.

"..." MJ goes silent as she turns to see Fury watching them from the window.

"You'll never be able to have a relationship with your father again if you don't let all of your grievances out. You need to sit him down and open the flood gates. Your mother should probably do the same. Just don't let him run off until you've both finished." Peter continues as he looks over her shoulder at Fury in pity.

"You're right!" MJ says as she goes from sad and quiet to angry and determined.

"Good." Peter says as he grabs MJ by the waist and pecks her on the lips. "Now get in there and give him hell."

Turning around, MJ walks inside like a lion stalking her prey. She was ready to tear into her father and Peter was all for it.

As she walked inside, Fury was still glaring at Peter. He didn't like seeing his daughter kiss someone, so if glares could kill, Peter would be dead over a thousand times already.

"Good luck." Shrugging off the look he's getting, Peter says some quick words to Fury before hopping in the car and driving off.

'Good luck?' Fury was confused as to what that meant, as he can easily read lips.

That confusion didn't last long as MJ stormed into the house and slammed the door closed, locking it behind her.

Screams filled the house as Fury was enlightened as to what Peter meant by good luck.

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As the car was pulling away from MJ's house, Peter smirked as he could hear the yelling from down the block with his enhanced senses.

When he and May returned home, Peter relaxed with his Aunt and watched some old Christmas movies. While they were watching Home Alone in the living room, Peter's ghost phone started ringing.

At first, Peter thought that it was MJ calling him, as he expected her to give him the details about what happened with her father, but when he checked the caller ID it was just a random number.

"Pinky's Porno Palace... what's your pleasure?" Peter answers the phone, shocking May with his stupid joke.

"Is this the man that released Tsubaki?" A gruff voice speaks over the phone, ignoring Peter's dumb line.

"I don't know any Tsubaki..." Peter replies and thinks for a moment. "Do you mean that woman from the Chaste?"

Peter only gave his phone number to a select few people, so it was easy to figure out who was calling.

"Yes, now what do you want?" The man on the other end asks gruffly.

"Well, the Hand is currently under new leadership. So, I thought it would be best to call a meeting between two age-old enemies and come to a ceasefire, so to speak." Peter says as May pauses the movie to listen in.

Peter didn't have anything to hide so he just smirked at her and put the phone on speaker, so she could hear better.

"What do you mean when you say under new leadership?" The man on the phone asks. "What about Alexandra and the other scum?"

"Well, I'm currently at the top of the top when it comes to the Hand. They tried to attack me so I took over. The five founders are currently imprisoned. I'm not sure what to do with them yet." Peter says causing the man on the other end to go quiet for a moment.

"...You should kill them and incinerate the bodies." He says after a moment of silence.

"Maybe..." Peter answered thoughtfully. "So, is the Chaste interested in making peace with the new Hand? I'd like to have a meeting with you and whoever else is in charge."

"Prove it." The man states simply.

"Hmm, how would you like me to do that?" Peter asks back.

"Hand over the five fingers and I'll believe you." The man answers.

If this was a trap, then he would never hand over the supposedly imprisoned founders, but if it's not...

That's where they're willing to roll the dice and hope for the best.

"Let me call you back." Peter didn't know how to answer just yet. "I need to think. I'll call this number again with an answer."

Without giving the man any time to answer, Peter hung up the phone and looked out the window in thought.

Should he just hand them over?

"What are you going to do?" May asks, breaking Peter from his inner thoughts.

"I'm not sure."

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In order to clear his mind and think about what to do, Peter went out to patrol as Spider-Man once May went off to bed.

While swinging through the city, Peter was lost in thought. On one hand, he could just hand over the founders of the Hand and be done with them. On the other hand, he could try to turn them to his side and have some fairly strong subordinates.

Though, is it really worth having people who have probably murdered thousands of people as his subordinates? Peter has nothing against killing when it's deserved, especially after his experience in Afghanistan with Tony, but he knew that they didn't follow the same thought pattern as him.

The Five Fingers of the Hand were cold-blooded murderers who would slaughter children if it would get them one step closer to completing their goal.

'Can people like that change for the better?' Peter thought questioningly.

The answer was that it's not likely. It's hard to teach an old dog new tricks, and these dogs might as well be ancient by this point.

Peter could work with people like Charles and Erik, as they aren't nearly as old and were once the best of friends, but these people may just be a lost cause.

Not to mention the many enemies that would become his should they work under him. The Chaste and K'un-Lun are the two major problems here, but there have to be others that Peter doesn't know of yet.

'They just aren't worth it...' Peter came to this conclusion fairly quickly.

The problem now is the fact that they know Spider-Man is in charge of the Hand. Though everyone in the Hand knows that.

Of course, Peter ordered Scythe to make sure that knowledge stays in house. Though he knew that it may leak at some point, the Hand is a very secretive organization so the chances are incredibly slim.

If he were to hand them over to the Chaste, they would most likely be interrogated about the new Hand Leader's identity and powers. It wouldn't be the end of the world but Peter would rather keep his involvement with the hand under wraps. At least for the time being.

'I can't hand them over alive...' Peter thought as he returned home.

There wasn't any crime that night, which he should have known since it was Christmas. Even criminals spend the holidays with their families, so Peter just ended up swinging around the city.

As Peter was hopping into bed after changing his clothes, his phone chimed and a text from MJ popped up.

A/N: 1512 words

[DONT FORGET MY STONES! As the king of peasants, I'm just like any of you. I have my servants put my pants on for me one leg at a time. We're the same :)]