"This is awesome!" I shouted as I dodge a flurry of punches. Two of my clones were teaming up against me but my superior ability and sense was helping me evade all their attack making this feel more like a light morning jog then a tense spare.

I felt no pressure even if it was two against one, suddenly from behind I felt a presence trying to sneak attack me. At first I was dismissive of the new presence, this would turn up being my first mistake. As I easily dodge the first two attacks, growing use to the rhythm of two attackers. So the next attack caught me unprepared, the third clone knock me on my ass with a solid hit in the jaw.

Once the hit landed, the pain wasn't near as bad as the surprise of being hit. Then I made my second big mistake, I froze for a second as my brain trie to understand how I had miss it. This gave the opening needed for the three clones to jump on me and buried me under a mountain of blow.

By the time my stun brain caught up with my body, my rage along side my shame and embarrassment over my own dumb arrogance, fuelled my strength by hitting my opponent using my full power. Smashing them all against the far wall of my personal underground dojo.

"Okay thats enough!" I called an end to the training once I notice in the corner of my eye, six other clones getting ready in jumping in on the fun.

After two weeks of testing and training I was very satisfide with my results. For one my clones could form two clones from themselve, I called these clones betas. Sadly the the clones they created couldn't continue in making more. At least I now knew that sending one clone away from me, was like having a small team of three out on the field.

Sadly the clones had a few limits, for one they only had enough energy to make two more. No matter the training that limit didn't seem to change no matter what. Second, they could only make clone if they change into my or are prime form. They could make the clones before any activity that needed more then one persons. Then change there appearance into human form.

On a side note if the beta clone was killed then one of the two other clone it made, turn into the next beta. But it still took time for this new beta to be abel to make an extra clone. After testing it out, I found the new beta needed a few hours before being abel to creat two clone again. If it already had one clone out then it could only make one. So no there wasn't some kind of bug to exploited.

Interestingly enough this same weakness didn't apply to me, I could create clones from either form, but I did have a limit to how many I could make. Also they were all naked, I didn't have the convenient ability of just coping what I was wearing for my clones. For now my upper limit was still ten, but I felt that this plateau would be increase with time and training. Already I could feel that I was on the tip of forming a eleven clone.

Fortunately my clone could take a beating, once their limit was reach, which was done by getting killed. Which wasn't easy thing too do, I or we had thick skin that acted like a flexible harden leather armor all over are bodies. I was bullet proof, well at least until no large caliber or armor percing bullet were use.

Then there was also the self regeneration, healing in the middle of battle almost all internal injuries. Most cuts or bruises easily healing the longer the fight went on. But if I or we were unfortunate enough to get an arm or leg chop off. It wasn't growing back but the skin would heal over it preventing us from bleeding out.

If the clone was reabsorb then summon, it would be back in top shape as well. That of course wasn't applicable to me, but if I manage to place the arm or leg back on the sever appendage. My healing factor could reattach it, without any problem. Or if the damage was to much, I could tranfer my mind to another clone, then reabsorb the damage clone.

Lets not forget my enhance sense, and boost in all my physical ability. Oh and the claws from both the feet and hands that could tear trough almost anything. Lets not leave out the jaw with fangs, that could open wide enough to fit a full watermelon in it. With the power of a great white shark to snap it shut on anything dumb enough to get in range.

Yes taking me down or just my clones was a damn feat in its self. Even if you could corner one clone it could still create two more to help him out if thing got messy. So imagine your barely beating this single monster, then it makes two other to fight. Suddenly the odd aren't in your favour any more, plus I found that they had quite a convenient clean up ability.

Their bodies would remain solid for about an hour before dissipating into purple energy. Even if some samples were taken from the corps it also would dissipate in an hour. But if they were in there human alter ego, and they were killed. It wasn't long before they turn into my new original grey skin form.

They all had a some kind of core personality base off of me, deep inside they all perfectly mirrored my likes and dislikes. The distance they could travel from me didn't seem to have a limit yet. As for the time I could stay in my new alter human form, I was still working on it but I was up to ten hours. After that amount of time I needed to revert to my true self at least for a few minutes, before turning back.

Another boone was that once my clone was summon, they remain what seem to be indefinitely or until I reabsorb them. The clones had also gotten better in changing there cosmetic look to their faces. Side by side they could past off as brothers or cousins from the same family. It would be enough in tricking any curious minds, at least for a time. No one should make any link to clones at least on there first impression.

Looking at the time, I should get ready for work. Reabsorbing all my clones I went to get clean up, I wanted to be abel to at least hold my human form indefinitely before sending some of my clones out on mission. It wouldn't do having them revert back into my primal form in the middle of a long flight on a airplane.

For the last few days I had slowly return to my previous routine. Sleeping in my appartment, I was just happy that for the moment I was single. It would've been a very awkward conversation, in explaining why they were wakening up to a seven feet mutant in the morning, after going to bed with a human just a few hours ago.

Going to work, I was running thing mostly from the office by now, dealing with the never ending paper work. I was now finding this task mind numbing, but it had to be done. When I was sure no one was looking, I would created a few copies in helping me fight off, this mountain of bureaucratic paper work, that was obstructing my freedom and sanity.

Then I had a wonderful meal later that day with my family, this was something I had tried very hard in maintaining. It hadn't been possible for every night, but I had manage to be there at least for all the important moments. I hadn't miss any of Peters birthdays, or any of his special celebration he had earn over the years.

When his football team, and I mean European football, not that confusingly American name one. I mean come on, in the name it says foot, and in the American version they hardly use there feet. They carry the ball in their hands, most of the time. How the hell is that football! Hmr....sorry getting back on track.

Peter team manage to get third in the regionals championship. Sure they didn't get first, but that wasn't as important. As the obvious confident boost, was much better for Peter. As for why it wasn't a fighting tournament instead, well I had ask Peter to try, and keep that as low key as possible. What, I wanted my little bro to have a few hidden cards up his sleeve.

Another major change in Peter was his popularity with the lady's. Sure he was still a shy teen, but at the very least he could hold a descent conversation with them. He had even gone out on a few dates but it had ended pretty quickly.

Turn out, Peter was a romantic at heart, if he found little to no deep affection for the girl. He did his best in turning her down as gently as possible. Oddly this work wonder for his reputation, the word spread quickly on Peter Parker being a real caring sweet heart.

Any girl who was pining for him, as long as he wasn't dating anyone at the time. He would agree on a series of dates in testing each other out. If him or the girl in question found the sparks lacking, the relationship would end on a friendly atmosphere. These girls even gain a kind of perk, Peter would check up on them from time to time, seeing if they needed anything.

In school the guys called him the girls whisperer behind his back, as Peter had more friend who were girls then he had as guys. No bullies made any more move against him or his flock, since Peter had more then proven his ability in defending himself. Not just himself, but those around who were also weaker or in need of help. I could already see the seed of a great hero in his natural bearing, it was in the way he treated and interacted with other.

The main difference in this Peter Parker and all other version of himself was. I had been their to support and subtly guid him in this direction, in just being a decent person. Also having had the time even a short one, with two loving parents, and from the teaching of are wise uncle Ben. His phrase was something he would repeat so many time, it had turn into a kind of family rallying cry. With great power comes great responsibility.

"Thing are looking up for use." I smiled as I was finishing the paper work in my office. I had return after dinner later that evening, since the week away had created quite a pile of files I had to check and sign off on.

Turning my displease gaze on my immortal enemy, I picture an epic battle with paper and ink with me slashing apart a endless army of document needing my signature. Holding back the sudden crazy idea, of just setting it all on fire and laughing in glee as I watch it all burn. I had resisted the urge of creating a few clones in helping me out. I needed to be careful in not developing any sloppy habits, in using my power just anywhere without proper blinder arround.

Well just until I had better tools to hide my power, from it getting out to soon out in the world. Checking my watch I notice it was getting pretty late, looking up I realise that I was the last one in the office. For a moment I internally debate the pros and cons of publicly using my power. When out of the shadow a women walk out like if she had just pop into existence.

I felt shock and surprise, with all my new found sense I should've detected her but no, not a wiff I had sense nothing. Had I miss her presence completely? Was that even possible? I mentally shoke myself. Of course its possible this is the fricking Marvel world.

I was internally crying out but also shouting in joy, as my paranoia had once again proven validated. But I was also very alarm, if she had wish me harm. The first strike would have gone to my head before I even knew what was going on. As my muscles tense up as she walk closer, giving me a better look at her.

I'm not ashamed to say, but compare to her all other women they seem to pale in comparison. She was about five'eight feet tall, her figure even if covered up with baggy cloth, couldn't hide the phenomenal figure she had. She was wearing a hood over her head keeping her face in the shadows.

Confidence with a predatory ellagence in her walk she made her way to my office , she sat down in the chaire in front of my desk. Its like she had an aura about her, that even in my new gain powers it gave me a pause in instinctual caution. I suddenly had a gut feeling that if we came to blows, I wouldn't exactly come out on top in the fight.

She smelled of peanuts butter? And vodka? What the hell? Who is this women? A silence laid heavy between us, it like we we're playing a kind of game of chicken. The first to speak would loose. The more the second tick by, the more my curiosity got the better of me. So taking a deep breath, I gave up on this silent game.

"Who the hell are you? And what the hell do you want? If you don't answer, I will call the police, and have you arrested for trespassing on private property." I keep my tone neutral but with a little edge in it, she had walk in the way she did. No doubt this wasn't a simple late night stroll.

Oddly I smelled a faint wiff of something, I wasn't sure what. Since I was still learning in differentiating the pheromone, that people discharge out with their emotion. I had manage to identify a few like joy, happiness and also some other one as well like jealousy, greed and anger. But that small wiff, it was gone to fast for me detect what it was.

The emotional smell I was getting off of her had me on edge, she was confident and determine. Mostly, but there was something else I couldn't place as if she was abel to hold it back. This set off allot of alarm bell in my head, this told me that this wasn't someone I wanted to pist off. She was someone who was highly trained, my guest she was a master of a few somethings.

How I knew this, well because it was the same smell that a old Japanese master sushi chef I had met, a few days ago. He was looking to open and building a new restaurant. He had a very similar smell that she had, except her smell was so much more powerful then his was. So my guest was that she is a master of a couple of something, probably thing that could hurt me real bad to. So I wasn't going to dismis that faint warning, especially since she snuck in, without me even noticing despite all of my enhance senses.

She reach up and remove her hood before me, I gasp at the shear beauty staring back in my eyes. Her icy bleu eyes, we're like two clear crystal, I felt chilled run up my spine just looking in her depth. I could see an iron will and strength that very few could radiate like she could. She also had almost blood red hair. Her face was a mix of both beauty and strength, I was suddenly torn between wanting to protect her and both worship her.

I gulp to which I'm sure she heard, a small smirk barely form before disappearing like a mirage in the desert. A name pop into my head but I quickly slam it down, no way have I done anything to attract that glass jar of poison spiders.

"Call me the black widow." In her calm clear face, after hearing such enchanting voice. I notice a brief hesitation in her eyes. If my eyes hadn't gone trought my most recent upgrade, I would've miss it.

After calming down, my inner fanboying tantrum. Question pop in like a tsunami in my head, I'm sure my face was showing all sort of emotion. That name carried a lot of weigth, in certain circles like for instance on the dark web. I suddenly had a chilling thought, just as it started to bud.

"I came cause I needed someone which I was sure was clean. Also someone who I haven't ever interacted with before. I need your help....Sandman."

"Well fuck me!" I said as the sinking feeling I had just had came true, THE BLACK WIDOW KNEW MY IDENTITY SHIT FUCKING SONAVABICHT GAGODDAMINT IAHARGIBNJHBVRGFHDHDJCHDB &$&)(:&/&:??::??.? AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!