answers to reviewers questions or statements:

Jebest4781: Depends on your definition of fun.

ashton millman: Yes she is and it'll consist of Widowmaker, Bridgette, Sombra, Ashe, Pharah, Katya, Symmetra, Black Cat, Silver Sable, Spider-woman (Jessica Drew), Black Widow, Mary Jane, Liz Allan, Jean DeWolfe. 7 Overwatch, 7 Marvel women.

Trey alexander: He could try, but considering 'his girl' had her Omnic butler rip his arm off at some point, he might just make things worse.

MajorBrony95: We'll be seeing a bit of insight of how their relationship was this chapter and in the next one.

Guest: It's a cross he's since learned to bear with great humbleness… lucky bastard.

hellfire45: Karen's gonna be with someone else though that wont stop Peter from looking out for her.

BlueMoon: More villains will be appearing in this story, both Marvel and original.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Overwatch or Marvel characters seen, mentioned or used.

The first thing that Fareeha felt that early Saturday morning was a hand on her hip and the pelvis of her lover pressing against her rear with a very notable hardness under their boxers. The second thing she felt as she let out a faint moan and press her lower half against her beloved's front was a pair of lips on the back of her neck while the hand on her hip trailed up her naked flesh and cupped one of her breast. The Egyptian beauty let out a gasp as her eyes opened and she turned her head to see Peter looking at her with a grin before she caught his lips with her own, the taste of wine still on their breath from last night's dinner.

"Good morning..." Fareeha muttered in between kisses.

"Sleep well?" Peter asked as he broke the kiss and propped his head up with his hand while the other remained on Fareeah's tit as she turned to face him with a grin.

"Well, aside from this hard yet oddly soft and warm pole poking me in the ass all night, yes, I did" Fareeha giggled as she leaned up and caught Peter's lips again.

Peter hummed at Fareeha's words as they ended their kiss and he removed his hand from her breast and cupped her face and ran a thumb over her lip. Fareeha opened her mouth to allow Peter's thumb in before she closed it and bit down lightly on the digit, dragging her tongue over it and letting out a hum of approval as Peter looked at her with hunger in his eyes. She always loved that look on him, the way that bright intelligent light in his eye would be smothered by desire, desire for her very being.

'To think shy little Peter could be such a hungry man' Fareeha thought with a giggle as she let Peter pull his saliva drenched thumb out of her mouth and rest it back on her tit.

"So, what are your plans for today?" Peter asked as they laid there, gazing at one another as their hands wandered over teach other's bodies'.

Fareeha shrugged as she reached up and ran her hand through Peter's messy locks of hair "I'm meeting with a representative from Helix Security later for lunch"

Peter quirked a brow at this "You are, since when?"

"Since last week" Fareeha said as she gave Peter a dry look "Remember? I mentioned it when at the opening of your new office space?"

Peter frowned as he had his brain reach back to the day and search through his memories for that conversation. After a few moments, he came up blank and simply nodded as if just now remembered it.

"Oh yeah, forgot about that, hehehe, sorry love" Peter said in a sheepish tone.

"I'm sure" Fareeha said in a voice that clearly stated she knew what he was trying to do and was failing, badly she might add.

She made to get up so that she could retrieve her mat for her morning prayer when suddenly Peter's arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back into the bed. She let out a laugh as Peter buried his face in her hair and inhaled her scent while his hands traveled up and tore her top off, exposing her chest to the warm morning air.

"P-Peter, s-stop..." Fareeha moaned as Peter's lips trailed down her chest and seized one of her erect nipples "I... I have to get up and pray-"

"I'm not stopping you my delicious little desert flower" Peter teased as he lightly sucked on Fareeha's sensitive nipple while his hand trailed down her toned core to her sensitive-

"Wake-y, wake-y, it's time to get up!"

...

Fareeha's eyes suddenly snapped open at the sound of her alarm going off.

"Dammit..." Fareeha sighed as she ran a hand across her sweat covered brow before she glanced at her nightstand to see a holographic image of a cartoon dog sitting there, wagging his tail repeating the words 'Wake-y, wake-y, it's time to get up!' over an over again in the most annoying voice she's ever heard.

After listening to the alarm for several more seconds, Fareeha sat up and slammed her hand down on the 'snooze' button before she fell back on to her bed and stared up at the ceiling, her body hot and the space between her legs still damp from the very vivid dream she experienced. This, sadly, has been a frequent occurrence since the end of her and Peter's relationship and the sudden decline of sexual activity in her life. She tried to get it back up after she got around to dating again but none of the men that made it to her bed could quite match her appetite like Peter was able to.

'Guess I was spoiled by super human endurance' Fareeha thought with a grin before it fell and she reached down to her aching core with her own hands to relieve the pressure she felt.

Forty minutes and a minor orgasm later, Fareeha was showered, dressed and had just finished her morning prayer and prepared to water her plants when she received a call from one of her squad mates at Helix. Frowning, Fareeha placed the small cup of water down and made her way to the ringing device and checked to see what the message was.

Hey Pharah, command needs us to come in to do some reports. I know, I know, but the brass wants us to get them done before we head out for the assignment at the Expo.

"Great..." Fareeha sighed as he tossed the device back on the table and went to finish watering her plants before changing into her Helix Security uniform.

Ten minutes later she was dressed, again, and taking the transit downtown to where the Egyptian office branch of Helix Security was located. The car wasn't very full, only a few humans and two Omnics, leaving Farfeeha to her own row of seats. Seeing that it'll be a few minutes until she arrived at helix, she pulled out her comm and switched it on to see if she received any more messages. She had one from a man she's been seeing the past few weeks, Khalid, asking if she'd be free this weekend to come over to his place for 'coffee'.

"Not even trying to be subtle" Fareeha said with a eye roll as she sent a 'maybe' just as the bus arrived at the front gate for Helix.

She quickly hopped off and after showing her ID to the sentry at the gate, she was allowed in.

Despite Helix's size as an international private security firm with bases in over thirty countries, the organization itself had only some twenty thousand personnel in it, less than a third of Overwatch's size at it's peak and well under a fifth the size of SHIELD is today. Upside was that Helix arguably had access to better tech than either of the two, being privately funded rather than provided for by any one or even multiple governments since the UN had dropped them in favor of SHIELD.

'Least the food is a hell a lot better than what they supplied in the army' Fareeha thought with a small smirk as she passed several men and a Omnic, giving them a brief nod of greeting as she entered the Helix compound's main command structure.

"Hey Fareeha, how's it going?" a voice spoke up from behind her, causing her to roll her eyes in annoyance as she turned to see her squad's latest addition approaching her with a charming grin on his face.

"Eugene" Fareeha greeted the American with a blank look on her face.

Eugene 'Flash' Thompson had to be without a doubt the biggest pain in the ass that Fareeha has ever had the misfortune serving beside since she was hold enough to legally enlist. Tall, built like some Greek god with blonde hair and blue eyes to match, the man could be considered the pinnacle of handsome. Sadly this affect was lost to the former Egyptian Army officer on account that the former Green Beret was cocky, a bit of a show off and seemed to have it in his head that because Fareeha dated an American not too long ago, that meant he was next on her list to bring to bed with her.

"What brings you in here today LT?" Eugen asked as he folded his arms across his chest "Thought today was your day off?"

"It is, but I needed to come in and do a few things" Fareeha said as she turned to leave "And I'm already running behind as it is"

"Need an escort?" Eugene asked with a wink.

"No..." Fareeha said as she slowly turned back towards Eugene with a frown and spoke in a tone that she rarely used since leaving the Army several years prior "But what you can do is beat it, Sergeant"

Eugene's face sobered almost immediately at the tone in his superior's voice and the use of his rank, causing him to straighten his back "Aye, aye ma'am"

With a curt nod he turned on his heel and walked away, allowing Fareeha to breath a sigh of relief. The dismissal wouldn't keep him away forever, she'd give it until around lunch before he's trying to hit on her again. Still, a few hours of peace and quiet from the man's antics was more than welcome. With that, Fareeha continued on her way to her office where her commanding officer, Captain Khalil, was likely waiting for her to go over the reports. A few passing helix agents gave her various greetings in the form of nods or simple 'hellos' as she traveled through the halls, passing several smaller offices and the hall that led to the training simulation room that a number of the new recruits loved to go through like it was some sort of game.

Fareeha was never a fan of the training sims, in her opinion, and several other 'veterans' with prior military experience, it downplayed the very real threat of a war zone could be to a raw recruit. She coudlnt even begin to count how many times she's seen men and women completely and utterly torn apart in a fire fight because they assumed the combat zone would be like the very controlled and very watered down simulations they ran through for countless hours.

'I need to talk to Khalil into either shutting the damn thing down or have the techs stop making it like a glorified game' Fareeha thought with a scowl as she arrived at her office and quickly entered her pin on the keypad next to the door.

With a 'beep', the light turned green and the door slid open to reveal that Khalil was already there at his own desk with various holopads before him. The former Unit 777 operator gave Fareeha a brief nod as she entered the joint office and removed her coat and rest it on the hanger by the door.

"Sorry to call you in Fareeha, but the board wanted us to finish up a few of these reports before they send us out to the Expo" Khalil sighed as he read through another field report on his tablet before he set it aside.

"It's fine, I'm used to being given off days that I can never fully enjoy" Fareeha said with a eye roll as she made her way to her own desk where a small stack of reports, both digital and physical, laid.

"Least they offer you them" Khalil muttered with a grin.

"I'm sorry, what was that Captain six figure salary a year?" Fareeha returned with a laugh.

"Bitch you heard me" Khalil said with a chuckle before it died as he read the report in front of him "Well shit..."

"what is it?" Fareeha asked as she picked up one of the physical reports and began to scan through it.

"Looks like we wont be able to afford those new 'War Machines' from Stark Industries" Khalil said as he read through the report.

"What, why?" Fareeha asked with a frown.

"Ever since Stark's capture and escape from the Ten Rings, he's been going all pacifist or something. Apparently, he just shut down the weapons manufacturing portion of Stark Industries" Khalil said with a shake of his head.

"So we're stuck with the Raptora's?" Fareeha asked with a frown.

"Looks like it" Khalil said with a nod "Though the upside is, we'll be getting the new Mark IV's"

Fareeha rolled her eyes at this, she'd much prefer the 'War Machines' over that Raptora. It was faster, better armed and armored and was capable of prolonged periods of flight thanks to the arc reactors they possessed. A single War Machine suit was worth at least six Raptoras in just about every way imaginable and Fareeha was really looking forward to piloting the new combat suit. But now she's going to have to settle with a slightly updated version of the Raptora because Stark decided to play peace maker instead of weapons designer.

"Piss poor timing" Fareeha said with a depressed sigh.

"Agreed" Khalil nodded as he leaned back in his chair before he pressed a few keys on his table's holographic keyboard and switched on the T.V.

Fareeha barely gave the screen any thought as she began to go through the various reports assigned to her. Khalil from wat she heard would make the occasional comment as he divided his attention between his reports and whatever the news was going on about. She heard mentions of SHIELD making some radical discovery in the artic not too long ago and apparently the national gamer turned MEKA pilot Hana Song and the rest of her squad had just took on and narrowly defeated some sort of new Gwishin Omnic. Soon even the noise from the news became nothing more than white noise as Fareeha continued to go through the various reports with a critical eye. Almost an hour had passed before she finally heard Khalil's voice gain her attention.

"Hey Fareeha?"

"Yes?" she responded, her eyes darting over the most recent report pertaining to the nearby Omnic containment facility.

"You used to date that rich guy, Parker, right?"

Fareeha stopped reading for a moment before she took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for the conversation that was sure to follow "Yes... I did. Why?"

She turned towards Khalil and gave him an expectant look as he turned towards her with an uneasy expression on his face before gesturing to the holovid screen. Fareeha snorted as she turned her head towards the holo screen to see what her friend was talking about and how it brought up Peter before her blood froze at what she read slide across the screen.

Peter Parker, CEO of Parker Industries, kidnapped in armed train robbery.

...

When Peter overheard that he was being taken to the Deadlock gang's hideout, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't expecting some hole in the side of the mountain in the middle of the desert. Instead what he saw was that the gang had stumbled upon some old twentieth century era military bunker of some sort, probably built back during the Cold War and had completely refurbished it to suit their needs.

'Man, they are taking this whole Old West thing way too far' Peter thought as he was escorted into the old bunker to see that the floors were replaced with wood, the walls made to look like some sort of interior building back during the late eighteen hundreds and lighting to match.

Hell, they even had his hands bound in front of him with rope, rope!

"Get moving rich boy" the man behind Peter, Zeke, said as he poked his rifle into the back of Peter's head where his metal plate was, causing him to scowl.

"Hey, it's not me it's the guy in front that's moving as fast as the UN when it's making a decision" Peter replied, causing the large man in front of him to glare back at Peter over his shoulder "What? You know I'm right"

The man grumbled something under his breath though Peter's hearing was able to make out a number of insults that were directed at him. As they moved deeper and deeper into the facility, Peter did his best to try and memorize the route they were taking for his eventual escape. It wasn't easy considering that his group made several turns down several identical hallways and than took a elevator down several floors before entering another painfully identical hall.

'Ugh, Uncle Reyes always made this thing seem and sound easy' Peter thought as he struggled to mentally retrace his steps.

Seriously, how the hell was he having trouble remembering which way he was going when he could recite all one hundred and seventy nine elements of the Periodic Table in order!

Peter was so focused on trying to mentally map out his route out of this place that he didn't notice the large Omnic that suddenly turned a corner and stopped right in the middle of the hall, causing Peter to nearly walk into him. The young enhanced genius stopped and looked up at the large bulky Omnic with a low whistle, he's never seen an Omnic this large before, at least one that wasn't a holdover from the Omnic Crisis. He noted a decal on it's shoulder that said 'Deadlock' and was wearing a leather jacket of some sort with the sleeves ripped off and to top it off, a small little hat on it's large head.

"Uh, hi?" Peter said with a nervous laugh as he held his cuffed hands out "You must be BOB, right?"

The Omnic certainly struck him as a BOB.

The towering Omnic didn't give a verbal response to Peter's question, he simply blinked his green optics at Peter's outstretched hand before returning his gaze to Peter's eyes and simply... stared.

'Well that's not creepy and intimidating at the same time' Peter thought as he pulled his hands back as Zeke pushed him in the back of the head again with his rifle again.

"Get moving" he snarled.

"Rude" Peter muttered as he carefully made his way around the towering Omnic BOB and continued his way down the hall with Zeke right behind him, the other man that was with them had opted to stay with the Omnic.

The two passed a few more rooms and down another hall before they arrived at the room that Peter would be held in until whatever ransom the Deadlock gang asked for was given.

Peter eyed the door to his room with a hum "Eh, it's not the Ritz but I guess it's better than some cupboard under the stairs in the basement"

"Personally, I think we should leave you in the shitter" Zeke growled.

"Well than I guess it's a good thing that Ashe hasn't left you to make those decisions" Peter snarked "Talk about a shitty environment"

Zeke growled as he pressed his rifle's barrel into the back of Peter's head again, harder than before, and causing a muffled 'thud' to be heard as the end of the gun made contact with Peer's plate.

"Ow, jackass!" Peter hissed in pain with a wince as he felt a brief flare at the base of his skull from his near supernatural sixth sense.

After this was all over, he'd have to have Doctor Temple or even Angela give his plate a look to make sure it hadn't been dented by this man. He'd rather not collapse in a few days because the dented metal was pinching a vein off in his brain.

"Mister Parker, how does our fine establishment hold up compared to your high priced penthouse suites and private island retreats?"

Peter and Zeke turned towards the source of the voice to see Ashe approaching them with a grin on her face. She'd changed since Peter last saw her, now dressed in... well all it seemed she did was remove the brace that was on her arm, her hat and the coat with it. Still, she walked with a sense of confidence that let just about everyone know that she was an alpha, plain and simple.

"Ashe" Zeke gave the gang's leader a curt nod.

Ashe ignored Zeke as she kept her red eyes on Peter's own brown ones as she folded her arms across her chest "Well?"

"Well what?" Peter responded with confusion.

"Aren't you gonna give me an honest answer to my question?" Ashe asked with amusement "How does our place hold up to the places you've been in?"

"Oh" Peter blinked as he gave the hall another quick look before he shrugged "Ehh, bit too nineteenth century for my tastes but it's good I guess. Granted I don't have a private island retreat, nice as that would sound, and my place isn't so much a penthouse so much as it's a slightly larger than average high end apartment"

"Ah, your on of those cheap billionaires" Ashe chuckled.

"You call it cheap, I call it not wasting my money on things I don't need" Peter answered.

Growing up in a family that practically lived paycheck to paycheck for the better part of ten years had instilled a very strong sense of money management. And living with a military man like Uncle Jack who held a similar mindset had only re-enforced such ideals. The only time he ever started to 'blow money' was when he was with Fareeha who loved to be spoiled, mostly with high end weaponry that toed the line of being outright illegal in most countries.

Ashe simply hummed at Peter's response before she approached the door to his new residence and entered a quick keycode before the door opened and she gestured for him to enter. When he didn't immediately step into the room, Zeke growled and jabbed his barrel into Peter's head again... or he tried to.

In the span of a heartbeat, Peter turned and moved his head to the side enough so that the rifle's barrel slid past his face and he slammed his bound hands into Zeke's chest, knocking the wind out of him before Peter raised his leg and slammed his foot into the man's stomach, not enough to send him flying into the wall, but enough to knock him down to the floor. Ashe stood by and watched with a amused face though her hand did drift to the sawed off shotgun she had strapped to her back. She eyed Zeke as the man let out a pained moan before she cleared her throat, dragging Peter's attention back to her.

"If your done beating his ass..." she drew her shotgun and lazily aimed it at Peter's chest with one hand while the other pointed towards his new quarters.

Peter grumbled as he entered the room while Ashe turned her attention back to Zeke and frowned.

"Get your ass up and go have the doc look you over" she ordered before she entered the room after Peter without waiting for a reply and had the door closed.

Peter for his part was in the middle of examining his room before he heard Ashe follow him in and turned towards the white haired beauty with a curious expression on his face. His curiosity grew even more as Ashe placed her shotgun back in it's holster on her lower back and drew a small knife from her boot and used it to cut the rope bindings on Peter's wrists.

"Uh, thank you?" Peter said as he rubbed his wrists, hey after a few hours of wearing tight ropes rubbing against your skin even slightly more enhanced than your average human durability will start to waver.

"Your welcome" Ashe said as she placed the knife back in her boot and made her way to the bed and sat on it's edge with a smirk as she crossed a leg over her knee and leaned back on her hands a little and stared at Peter with a amused but highly focused look that sent chills up his spine.

'Shit she's as intimidating as Ana used to be' Peter thought.

Something told him that if those two women had ever crossed paths in a firefight, nothing between the two would survive.

"So uh, is there a reason why you decided to undo my bindings? Not that I'm complaining or anything, just curious is all" Peter said as he eyed the woman before him, doing his best to find out what her game was, well aside from extort his company for money.

"What, can't I be friendly and civilized?" Ashe asked with a simple carefree shrug.

"Friendly and civilized usually doesn't involve forced imprisonment with the only way out being the unwilling donation of large sums of money" Peter said in a tone drier than the sand outside the compound.

"To each their own I guess" Ashe said in a coy tone as she patted the space beside her "why don't you come sit down, you must be exhausted after today"

Peter stared at the spot as patted for a second before he looked up towards the ceiling and than off towards the side of the bed a little and even under it, causing Ashe to chuckle.

"Oh, you think I've bobby trapped this spot or something?" she guessed with startling accuracy.

"Maaaybe" Peter responded as he very slowly approached the bed before he sat down on the spot Ashe gestured to, though he kept a fair bit of space between himself and her.

Ashe noticed this and grinned as she slid closer to Peter and placed a hand on his thigh, causing him to suddenly jump up from the bed and put a meter between him and it. The Outlaw let out a laugh as she took in Peter's tense form before it died down and she gave him a mocking grin.

"What's wrong there rich boy, nervous?" she asked in a low husky tone.

"No, I'm just uneasy about being in a locked room, god knows mow far under ground, with a woman that's being a bit... handsy" Peter said with narrowed eyes.

"Funny, a lot of men would kill to be with me, alone, in a locked room and a nice sturdy mattress underneath us" Ashe said with a wink "Well, when I'm not robbing them that is"

"Yes, well put me in the group that's not part of 'a lot of men' would you? I've kinda had my fill with crazy women that like to rob people" Peter said with a frown 'Of course the person that's kidnapped me may or may not be a sexually aggressive individual'

Ashe hummed at this, her head quirked the side slightly as her eyes narrowed "You know mister Parker, this whole ordeal can o by as painless as you want it to if-"

"If I sleep with you?" Peter interrupted with a eye roll.

"If you don't mock me" Ashe said, her face hard and her voice colder than ice as she slowly stood up and approached Peter with her hand drifting to her shotgun's handle "I only need you alive to get my money. You'd be surprised what I can do to a person and still have them be alive"

"And what is that exactly darlin', waterboarding at the local saloon?" Peter asked in a poor imitation of some southern drawl.

Ashe stared at Peter with a blank look on his face before she suddenly lashed out and slammed her fist into Peter's face. For the most part, he rolled with the hit though the grunt he heard Ashe emit told him that the blow had hurt her a bit more than she was expecting.

"The fuck you made out of?" Ashe said as she stepped back and rubbed her knuckles.

"Sixty percent anti-depressants, twenty two percent sugary energy drinks, eight percent of metal in the form of plates and screws and ten percent smartass" Peter replied as he rubbed his jaw, woman had a hell of a right hook, that was for sure.

Ashe frowned at this before she shook her head and poked him in the chest "Well you better lower that smartass percentage before I decide to do it for you"

"Honey, if some of the world's greatest doctors couldn't do it, I doubt some wannabe Billy the Kid can-" Peter began before he was cut off by another punch to the face by Ashe "Okay, ow"

"One more remark like that and I'll put a shell in your leg" Ashe threatened.

"If it means it'll save me from having to listen to your lame ass pick up lines and attempts to flirt, please, shoot both" Peter replied, causing Ashe to growl as she suddenly drew her shotgun and aimed it right at Peter's legs.

To his credit he didn't flinch, his spider-sense hadn't gone off so she wasn't planning to follow through with her threat. Ashe hummed at the lack of response the man before her made.

'Well, well, well, guess this rich little nerd's got some balls... or he's an idiot who thinks that I wont pull the trigger out of fear of not getting any money from him' Ashe thought as she held the gun aimed at his legs before she moved it a little higher towards his groin and waited to see if that would get a reaction.

She was met with the same response from when she aimed at his legs, nothing. After a few moments of tense silence, Ashe slowly slid her shotgun back into it's holster as she stood up and made her way to the door before she stopped and gave Peter another hard look.

"Make yourself comfortable Mister Parker, you may very well end up being here for a while" Ashe said as she turned and all strolled out of his room, the door closing and locking behind her the moment she was in the hall outside.

Peter gave it a few minutes before he looked around the room again with a furrowed brow. Aside from the bed, a chest and a bathroom, there wasn't much for him to use at first glance. He didn't see any cameras and he doubted the door that was locking him in here was rigged with anything special that would possibly prevent him from simply ripping it out of it's frame.

'Let's call that plan 'B'' Peter thought with a sigh as he wandered into the bathroom and looked around to see a simple shower, a sink, a toilet without a seat and-

"Hello there" Peter said as he crouched down before what looked like an old space heater.

He gave it a quick look before he casted a quick glance back at the bedroom before he began to remove some of the panels so that he could see what was in side it. It still had it's coils, a number of wires and a small power source. Peter hummed as he than turned towards the sink and noticed the mirror above it was also a storage cabinet. Standing up, he quickly opened the cabinet up and saw a few cans in it, most of them shaving cream but also a can of hairspray. Peter's mind began to race as he glanced back at the heater and than the cabinet.

"Hmmm... idea"

If he played this right, he just might be able to get out of this place without having to blow his secret... hopefully.

Oh who was he kidding, he'll probably have to before this whole thing ends...

...

And done.

Next chapter, The not so great escape...