Marvel Xxx Capcom Ch 10 Epilogue

# Spider-Man, Gwen, Felicia

"So, everything's calming down back in New York?" Peter asked as he walked through the front doors of St. Paul's. He knew it wasn't a good look to be on the phone in his place of work, but he'd been putting this call off for too long, considering everything that had happened in the last week.

"Yeah," Gwen said from the other line. "The outbreak was contained and most of the Shadaloo leaders have been rounded up."

"Nice work, Gwen," Peter said. "Thanks for taking care of the place while I've been gone."

"About that," Gwen replied. "When do you think you'll be back?"

"That's...complicated."

And it was. MJ had been back from her shoot a full week and they still weren't sure where they stood as a couple. She was filled with remorse for cheating on Peter and Peter was feeling the same way, but at the same time, when he told his wife what he'd done (although he left out who it was with), she seemed to be okay with it. He thought that she would immediately ask for a divorce but to his surprise, she took it as a sign that the playing field was even.

Unfortunately, it wasn't so simple.

"I'm not sure," Peter said. "I'm sorry, Gwen. I know you're dealing with school and everything and it's really not fair to you. I'll be back soon, though."

"Oh, I can handle it," Gwen said. "I just...well, I miss you, Peter."

"You...miss me?"

"Sure," Gwen said. "I've been awfully...lonely since Miles and I broke up."

As Peter turned the corner of the hallway, he stopped. There, in front of the door of his classroom was Felicia, waiting for him again. She'd been there every morning since the two of them had taken their student-teacher relationship to another level and while Peter was uncomfortable facing her, he always acted as if nothing happened and that she was just a student who was eager to learn.

This morning, though, she wasn't alone. She'd brought her friend, Sakura, along.

"I didn't know about you and Miles," Peter said, ducking back into the hallway. "I'm sorry. That must be rough."

Just then, the intercom beeped. "Mr. Parker, please report to Sister Rose's office. Mr. Parker to Sister Rose's office, please."

Shit, he thought to himself. "Listen, Gwen, my day's about to start. Can I call you later?"

"No problem, Pete," she said. "Most of what I want to say to you, I need to do in person, anyway."

"Sure thing," he said. "I'll see you soon."

He ended the call and immediately made his way back down the hall towards the administration offices. He passed by the offices for the superintendent and the vice principal until he came upon the principal's, which had the placard that simply read, "Sister Rose" above a crucifix.

Peter knocked on the door and then opened it upon hearing a stern, "Enter."

The nun sat behind her desk that was cluttered with student files, prayer cards, and mugs half-full of cold tea.

She looked up at Peter once he stepped inside and gave him a faint smile. There was something different about her. Her hair, which was a deep raven color that Peter had never seen out of her habit before, combined with the deep maroon lipstick on her lips was out of character, but not unwelcome to Peter.

"Ah, Mr. Parker, thank you for coming so quickly."

"Is everything okay, Sister Rose?" he asked.

"Please," she said, gesturing to one of the stiff, wooden chairs before her desk. "Have a seat."

Peter did so, folding his hands over his knees reflexively.

"I've never been one to beat around the bush, Mr. Parker, so I'll just get right to it: there are rumors going around school about you. Rather troubling rumors, too."

"Oh."

"Now, rumors are usually just rumors, but when one such as this is spreading so quickly, I feel it is best to nip it in the bud."

Looking up at Sister Rose, Peter felt more fear than he did facing the Green Goblin.

"I am speaking, of course, of the rumors circulating..."

Here it comes.

"...of your open marriage."

The words sobered Peter up like a slap in the face. This wasn't about Felicia at all. Not really, anyway.

"Open marriage?" Peter said.

"Yes," Sister Rose said grimly. "It seems word is getting around that..."

"I'm sorry, but those rumors are false," Peter said. "My wife and I are going through a difficult time, but our relationship is very much closed."

"Ah," Sister Rose said. "That's too bad."

Another slap. "Too...I'm sorry, what?"

The nun stood up and walked around her desk and then leaned back on it, standing just inches in front of the man, which caused him to have to strain his neck to look up at her.

"You see Mr. Parker, I took my vows at 18 and for almost 30 years, I have kept those vows."

As she spoke, she reached behind her and began to fiddle with something on her habit. After a moment, it dropped, revealing her body. Sister Rose wore a full lingerie set: a white, lace bra with floral patterns that connected to a pair of panties that were sheer, which then connected to thigh-high fishnet stockings.

Sister Rose stood before Peter, who was now flush and beginning to sweat. She was middle-aged, with a little extra cushion on her body, but she was in much better shape than the bagginess of her habit would let on. Her breasts were large and ripe, begging to be squeezed. And her legs were curved and shapely, perfect for kneeling in any number of situations.

In other words, hiding it almost felt like a sin.

"After 30 years of keeping to the laws of man and our Lord, I am ready to make up for lost time," she said, beneath her veil, which she still wore. "And I was hoping you would be able to help me with that, young man."

"Sister," Peter said. "I'm not so sure that's a good idea..."

She raised her leg and placed her foot on the backrest of Peter's chair, displaying not only a surprising amount of flexibility, but also her crotch. "Then consider this penance for fucking one of your students."

# X-Men

Gambit walked up the front steps of the Xavier Mansion, trying his best to hide a slight limp he'd developed as a result from his last mission. He hadn't so much as reached for the handle of the front door when it opened itself, revealing Jean, a suitcase in each hand.

"Jean," Gambit said. "Where you off to in such a hurry?"

Jean almost plowed right through the man, but stopped. "Gambit. Hello. Umm...I am taking a break."

"From the X-Men?"

She nodded and almost seemed a little sad. "And Scott."

Before Gambit could follow-up with more questions, a yellow taxi pulled up at the bottom of the steps.

"I have to go," Jean said. "I'll see you around, Gambit."

Gambit just waved, watching as the driver loaded her suitcases into the trunk, and then walked inside. Again, he hadn't so much as set a foot down onto the welcome mat when he was ambushed again. This time, it was Bobby Drake, AKA Iceman.

"There you are," Iceman said. "What the hell happened with this last mission? Everyone's acting so weird."

"Weird?" Gambit said. He walked through the entryway and made his way to the steps, still conscious of his limp.

Iceman walked with him. "Storm, Jean, and Scott all came back naked. Scott and Jean had a big fight about something and I think she mentioned 'opening the marriage', which caused Scott to tell her that he thought they needed a break. And Storm's on a warpath, trying to convince everyone she can to go strike down M. Bison and Shadaloo. Meanwhile, Psylocke's been interrogating that scary Korean lady you guys captured and won't let anyone else near her."

And looked down at Gambit's leg.

"And do you have a limp?"

Gambit straightened up and tried to feign a laugh. "Oh, this? Twisted my ankle a bit in the fight with that scary Korean lady."

"Oh," Iceman said, not giving it much more thought. "Well, anyways, it's chaos here. And Scott is too upset to try to take control."

Gambit got to the door of his own room and turned to Iceman, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I wouldn't worry about it too much, Bobby. These things tend to blow over."

"I wish I had your optimism, Gambit."

Gambit turned and unlocked his door and was about to go inside when he stopped. "Say, you seen Rogue around? Need to talk to her about something."

"Oh, Rogue!" Iceman's eyes lit up at that. "I almost forgot. She disappeared and then came back through a portal in some old-timey dress and was immediately asking for you. She's...different, Gambit."

Gambit frowned. "Different how?"

"You'll see it whenever you talk to her."

Without another word, Gambit nodded and went inside, closing the door behind him. His room was dark and untouched since he'd last seen it just days ago. In the darkness, though, he could feel another presence.

Pulling out a playing card, he charged it with kinetic energy, basking the room in a faint pink glow. "Who's there? Show yo'self."

Someone giggled from the shadows and suddenly the figure of a woman stepped forward. She was naked, her form curvy and seductive in the light of Gambit's card.

"Rogue?" Gambit said. "That you?"

"Was wonderin' when you'd finally get home, sugar," Rogue said. She stepped closer to him and he saw that she was not only naked, but there was a faint green glow coming from her eyes.

"After our last talk, this ain't the welcome I was expecting," Gambit said and then cracked a grin. "But I ain't complainin'."

"Good," Rogue said. In a blur, she was in front of him, close to his face. She took the card from his hand and absorbed the kinetic energy, basking them in darkness again. "Kiss me, Gambit."

"Y-you sure, chere? I didn't think--"

"Don't make me ask again," she said.

Without another thought, Gambit tipped her chin up and kissed her. Immediately, he felt a sensation like charged electricity coursing through him. He almost pulled back, fearing that she was about to put him in a coma, when Rogue pulled him in closer, running her hands down his back and to his crotch.

"Bobby said you were different," Gambit said. "Didn't realize this is what he was talking about."

"I made a new friend," Rogue said. She began to kiss his neck and pulled his coat down, undressing him. "She helped me get control of my powers, so I can finally touch you."

"Sounds like a good friend," Gambit said, quickly trying to get the rest of his clothes off as well.

Rogue giggled and another sound came from her, like wings. When he looked behind her, he saw a pair of leathery bat wings protruding from her back. But it was hard to tell in the darkness.

"The best. Now, no more talking. We have a lot of time to make up for."

With that, she shoved Gambit back onto his bed. He laid back, watching almost helplessly as Rogue rose up into the air, her demonic form showing more as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

He had survived Juri Han and Psylocke. He wasn't sure he would survive Rogue.

# She-Hulk, Ryu, Chun-Li, and Winter Soldier

"Yes, give it to me," Shelly moaned. She was naked from the waist down and splayed out on the desk of Jennifer Walters as the part-time lawyer fucked her with a strap-on. The sex toy was brought into the office by Shelly, although she brought in different toys each week that she met with She-Hulk, per their little arrangement following the incident with Ryu.

Despite this, She-Hulk was just glad that Ryu got off. And now, Shelly would, too, once a week, for the foreseeable future.

And Shelly was attractive for a mother of three, workaholic. And knowing she was giving it to her when her husband couldn't be bothered just made it that much easier for She-Hulk to go along with it all.

"Fuck yes! Harder! Make me scream!"

The doors to the office were locked and the blinds were closed. Still, She-Hulk couldn't help but feel like any client who was sitting on the other side of the door could hear her. So, she reached forward and clamped her hand over Shelly's mouth.

Shelly used this opportunity to scream at the top of her lungs, the sudden action from She-Hulk flipping the switch as she came. Her body spasmed and she whimpered as the orgasm took her. When she finally stopped, She-Hulk removed her hand.

"Wow," Shelly said, still shaking slightly. "That...was...fantastic. You know how to please a woman, Walters."

She-Hulk was already undoing the strap-on and pulling up her panties. "Well, I'm getting plenty of practice now."

"I'll say," Shelly said. She buttoned up her uniform shirt and also pulled up her underwear and then pants. That was one thing She-Hulk liked about the woman: she knew when to take a hint and be on her way. "Maybe next week I'll fuck you."

She-Hulk looked at her reflection in a small hand mirror and fixed her disheveled hair. "That sounds nice, Shelly."

"Oh, I know! I'll go out and get a double ended dildo. I'll have to keep it here, though, because otherwise Gary's gonna be all, 'What are you doing with this thing?' And then I'll--"

"That sounds fun." She-Hulk was at the door, her hand on the knob.

Shelly finished fastening her gun belt around her waist and walked over to her. Placing a hand on She-Hulk's muscular shoulder, she gave the superhero a wink and a sly smile. "Well, I guess I'll see you next week for another 'legal consultation', then."

"I look forward to it," She-Hulk replied, smiling back. She opened the door and watched as Shelly immediately stiffened up as she left. She almost didn't notice the reason why: sitting on the couch out in the waiting room was a woman. She was of Chinese descent, wearing a blue dress that seemed like it would split at any second due to the size of her thick thighs.

The woman stood up and nodded to Shelly as she left. "Miss Walters," she said. "My name is Chun-Li."

"Pleasure to meet you," She-Hulk said, immediately wondering how much she'd heard inside. Still, she opened her door and ushered her inside. "How can I help you, Miss Li?"

"You helped get a friend of mine acquitted recently," Chun-Li said. "I heard you were able to tame Ryu's dark half."

She-Hulk coughed slightly, wondering what the rumors were about her and Ryu. "I don't know if I'd say, 'tamed'. More like 'pacified'."

Chun-Li looked at the desk, which was still bare in the middle, the paperwork and laptop shoved to the side. And there was a wet spot right in the middle.

"Is that what you did to that police officer that was just here?"

It was lucky for She-Hulk that her skin was such a distinct green or her face would be red at that moment. Through a clenched jaw, she again said, "How can I help you?"

Chun-Li strutted around the desk, silently calculating what she could see about She-Hulk just by glancing down at some of the files. In the end, she decided that honesty was the best bet.

"Have you heard of the Winter Soldier?"

# Cammy and Bison

M. Bison laid in bed, his entire body a mixture of paralyzed numbness and extreme pain from the amount of electricity it had experienced. The doctors said a lesser man would have died from his injuries, but whether that was true or them just trying to inflate his ego didn't really matter to him. He could do little more than stare up at the ceiling as the mask over his face pumped oxygen into his lungs and try to ignore the incessant beeping of the monitors.

His super soldier program was dead. In one fell swoop, he had lost his potential bride that would be the mother of his superpowered offspring as well as the Morlocks, which he had been using for his experiments. In addition, he'd lost the Winter Soldier and his plans in New York were thwarted by another Spider-Person. And it would be weeks, if not months, before his own strength would return to him.

Just then, he heard voices nearby.

"...refused any painkillers," a muffled voice said from behind the doors to his suite. It opened and one of the doctors walked in, followed by Cammy. "Ah, it seems he's awake. He's still in a lot of pain, so please try to keep your visit short and--"

"I will stay as long as I need," Cammy said, shooting the man an icy look.

The green one-piece she had worn on her mission in Madripoor was replaced with a similar one, but one that was Shadaloo-themed: red, with silver shoulder pads, a long cape, and a red military hat. Still, her shapely legs were something to behold, even with the boots that rose up to her thighs. It was a welcome distraction to Bison.

Walking over to Bison's bed, she ran her eyes over his broken body. Bison feared that the chip that was controlling her might not stop her from using her advantage over him to put him down for good. But the moment passed when she saluted the man.

"I made contact with Captain Rogers, Lord Bison," she said. "We infiltrated the base as planned with minimal casualties on our side. We then engaged in sexual congress but he realized he was set up and then made an escape."

Bison's eyes went white with power as rage overtook him.

"But that was not before he could give me his seed," Cammy said. She placed a hand on her stomach. "I am now carrying his child."

The power blinked out of Bison's eyes and for the first time since he was with Storm, he smiled. Shadaloo's Super Soldier program was alive and well.

# Jill and Chris

Shoving the key into the hole, Chris Redfield twisted it and heard a loud click. He unholstered his pistol and slowly opened the door, revealing a darkroom, the light inside matching the redness of the door that guarded it. Inside, film suspended from wire over tubs of chemicals, the images slowly developing.

Chris pulled one of the photographs from its place and studied it. It showed Jill Valentine at a dig-site, standing proudly before an unearthed mosaic that was designed to look like a large eye.

"Dear God," Chris said. "This means..."

"Surprised?" came a voice from behind him.

Chris spun around and aimed his pistol to the figure behind him, but was unsurprised when he saw his own partner, Jill.

"Jill...what happened to you?"

She stood proudly before him, naked and smiling. There was a crazed look behind her eyes, which had taken on a faint red glow. An eye was painted in blood on her chest, drips of it running down her breasts.

"I have been reborn, Chris," she said. Her voice had a strange timber to it. "Join me. Join Shuma-Gorath."

"Jill, this isn't you. You've been brain-washed again."

Jill laughed then, a deep, guttural laugh, and said, "No, this is me." She raised her arms up and a trio of tentacles sprouted up from the ground. "And more."

He raised his pistol and shouted, "No, Jill! Fight it! You have to--"

Chris froze. So did Jill. The whole world around him stopped and suddenly became a little fuzzier, as if being viewed behind a screen. A box appeared at the moment everything was frozen that said, "Paused" and then a list of options were given, including "Settings" and "Main Menu."

A hearty laugh came from Mojo. "Yes! This is more like it!"

He turned to Major Domo, who was standing by but his attention was on his data pad.

"Would you like to play, Major Domo? I'll let you be Chris!"

"I'm afraid we have larger problems, Your Bulkiness."

Just then, gunfire rattled in a room nearby, causing Mojo to jump.

"What the hell is that? Where's Spiral?"

"I'm ringing her up now," Major Domo said.

Just then a door to the viewing room opened. "Don't bother." A figure clad in red and holding a machine gun in one hand and a katana in the other stepped on. "This will be short."

Mojo's bulbous eyes grew. "Deadpool! The man of the hour! Can I get you anything? A drink? A smoke? One of those delightful Tex-Mex dishes you always go on about?"

Deadpool raised his gun level with Mojo's chin.

"Cut the shit," he said. "You know what I want."

Mojo's jowls formed a frown. He actually had no idea what this mercenary wanted.

"Why the fuck didn't you include me in this?" he finally said. With his sword hand, he motioned at the TVs. "I've been in Marvel vs Capcom! Why didn't you invite me?"