Clearly this does not fit into MU continuity. However, it is designed to take place at a point where Spiderman's secret identity has been revealed to the public following the events of The Civil War.
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"I'm doing it Peter and that's final! This could be my big break! A film like this could open all sorts of doors for me! Don't you realise..."
"Sure I do MJ! But nudity! Full frontal nudity!"
"I know Peter, but the part requires it and if I'm serious about acting I've got to consider it, I can't be stuck in a failing Broadway show forever."
"But MJ everyone will see it!"
"That's the point Tiger! The more people see it the bigger the Box Office and the bigger star I become! Are you worried I get more famous than Spiderman? Is that it?"
"No, it's just...just... well that's private, mine and yours, please think about it. Please MJ?"
"Well I haven't got the part yet peter so maybe we're arguing about nothing. I'll go to the audition and take it from there, OK?"
"I guess."
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AN HOUR LATER
The two bank robbers are just making a stealthy exit down a deserted alleyway when our friendly, neighbourhood Spiderman spotted them. It was simplicity itself for him to sing into the alley behind them, all the time lowering his altitude and finally drop off at the end of the swing bring both robbers and their ill gotten goods down onto the ground. They were small time, has beens that never were. Their caps went flying into the garbage as did one of their guns. As Spiderman rolled from the fall and poised himself on his haunches they scrabbled to their feet.
"You two goons don't move, I'm not in the mood for this today!" announced the wallcrawler.
They paid him no heed and the bulkier one on the right reached inside his jacket pocket. Big mistake!
That earned him a web to whip away his arm and a hard uppercut that sent him flying, his mate didn't take the hint and charge Spidey but all he got for his troubles was a drop-kick and a punch and very nearly an other one as he was downed if it weren't for the intervention of The Black Cat.
The sultry cat burglar came up beside her former lover and held his arm preventing the punch.
"Now, now Spiderman, I think this one's had enough. Not like you to go overboard."
Felecia Hardy's attire was more than enough to distract any man. Her fur trimmed black PVC cat suit was so tight it was like a second skin to the white haired babe. And tonight, what with it being extra hot and sweltering she had the zip down her front past her belly button giving and achingly delicious view of her bounteous breasts and her mammoth cleavage. Her purred words had a soothing effect and Spiderman instantly relaxed and moved off the downed villain.
"Yeah, sorry Felecia, got a lot on my mind."
The Dark Cloud had every intention of becoming the greatest super villain ever. But first he was going to bring down every major superhero in the business and he had a very definite idea of how he would achieve that. In fact he was amazed nobody had tried it before, but then, he supposed, nobody had his 'abilities' at hand, did they?
For Cal Edwards there was no great, sad origin story. He was just a bad, nasty individual that has no care for the welfare of his fellow human beings. He had discovered in this teenage years a mutant ability to take control of people's minds and with practice had developed a mask (much like a S & M gimp mask) that when he wore and sent out his mental instructions his subject saw him as whoever he wanted. He didn't need the mask to control people's minds but in private situations it aided his illusion. His trade first and foremost was power, then humiliation and lastly, money. He didn't really need money from his crimes he was rich already, born into a wealthy investor's family and now the only survivor of the family with a huge inheritance.
He had used his powers on trivialities to begin with, in casino's, with women, in banks and finally, as he grew stronger, riskier and more perverse he decided to take on the big names of the hero community, starting with Spiderman himself, Peter Parker. Parker whose superhero identity was known in the aftermath of the Civil War, much to his Aunt May and wife's danger.
The Cloud sat behind the chair of Director Alvin Longhiem and with an adjustment of his mask his face turned into that of the famous Director who was currently held captive in the Cloud's dungeon. To all intents and purposes he was the Director for this very special audition.
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Mary Jane looked a million dollars as she entered the large studio office. Her red hair was perfect having just come straight from the salon, she had spent hours on her make up and her outfit was a new, designer white summer dress that showed plenty of her ample cleavage and her long legs. The Director made her wait almost half an hour before she was shown into his room and the second she entered he was in her mind bending her reality. Rather than the masked man she was in the presence of the famed auteur and Director Alvin Longhiem, he could (and would) control her further but for now he was content to just play a little with her.