Mary DeMarco dragged a green fingernail under her chin, twisting her wrist over before tapping the same nail in the chest of the new Scorpion armour. This one had her own personal touch added to it; a much sleeker and curvy design with a better coat of emerald green paint.

This time, the helmet was much less blocky and more stylized, the clunky bottom of it having been removed entirely and replaced with a retractable mouth guard, a black glass visor covering the eyes with the rest of the head being flat and well-fitted.A small armoured area allowed her hair to fall free and hang on the shoulders of the armour, the bulky shoulder pads being replaced with flat, sharp edges, as had the bulky gauntlets now being replaced with flat metal gloves with the area of the arm before the elbow having their own sharp edge.

The lower body had been designed with intersecting plates to allow more rapid and versatile leg movements with thin, ankle supporting boots equipped with shock absorbers to allow her to jump from higher heights and land without  fear of injury.

The tail was now much thinner, Otto having explained that it was now able to lift over forty tons due to the suit’s new endoskeleton that lined the innards of the suit and attached to Mary’s body.

One of the newer features hse approved off were two built-in grappling hooks in the gauntlets as well as a concentrated gas valve that allowed her to spray whatever type of gas she wanted.

“This newer suit should be much better designed to handle the more acrobatic fighting styles of Spider-Man, as well as allowing the user to throw a much more powerful punch and receive one in kind thanks to the Stark-based MR fluid-enabled tri-weave-”

“Look,” Mary said with a wave of her hand, turning around and leaning against the suit. “I’m not interested in how it works or what it’s made of. I just wanna know if it’ll let me smack our little spider around.”

“Well… if that’s what you want to know, then yes,” Otto nodded, setting down the clipboard he was reading off with a heavy sigh. “But Mr. Osborn did want me to inform you that the suit is a temporary loan and that he wants you to return it once your job is complete.”

“Oh he did?” Mary asked, walking over to the shorter and and leaning over to him, raising an eyebrow in a playful manner. “Well, is he gonna come down here and get it back himself?”

“I-uh-I don’t… I don’t think so,” Otto stumbled, staggering back from the beautiful woman, his foot hitting a stray wire and nearly causing him to topple before Mary grabbed hold of his shirt. She lifted him off the ground entirely with both arms and smiled in a friendly manner, this action soon be to in great contrast to her next sentence.

“Well then, I’d like you to tell Mr Osborn that he can kiss my clit,” she beamed, speaking in a cheery tone. “And if he wants the suit back he needs to come down here and fucking take it from me.”

With that, she dropped Octavius to the floor and strode over to the suit, the newer, easier to wear design making it very easy to change into as Octavius lay there on the floor, unable to move due to terror.

“Now, to show there’s no hard feelings, I’ll take care of the Web-Head for you,” she said, the helmet lowering itself into place, several metallic clicking sounds signifying the armour locking into place before the mouthguard launched out and connected, her voice becoming synthesised as she spoke. “Just don’t expect this thing back clean, pressed and hung up… or at all really.”

She blew a kiss mockingly before bending her legs and launching through the roof of the hidden laboratory, disappearing from sight and leaving Otto sitting there, contemplating how much this was going to come back to haunt him.

Mary landed softly on the wet ground, the rain having started to pour earlier that day, the storm being forecasted to last throughout the week. The rain pinged off her armour loudly, but the helmet lessened the sound for her due to its noise filtering capabilities.

“Now…” Mary said, cracking her knuckles loudly. “Time to head to the Estacado’s dockyard warehouse and cancel our little business deal.

Making quick, light movements, she was soon sprinting through the dark, gloomy streets of New York, using her tail to lash herself up onto larger buildings, vaulting from roof to roof as she made her way from the midtown safehouse down to the Battery City waterfront where the competitor crime family stored their drugs, kept safe from police warrants and anonymous tips by a paid off member of the police force.

The water splashed loudly under her feet, skidding around an air ventilation system and launching herself down onto the rails, landing on the train that would take her to where she needed to be faster.

“Right…” she said to herself, sitting down on her haunches and resting on her hands. “I can use the acid-spitter in the tail of this thing to melt through the door, the guards’ll be no problem if I just tear them to pieces or melt their faces off.”

She started carving a plan of attack onto the roof of the train car, using little stick figures with guns and herself, this one with big breasts and a smiley face, her own immature side surfacing during this time.

“Ha… I’m pathetic,” she chuckled, continuing to draw different ways she could take down the Estacado warehouse and kill as many of the guards there as possible “Now… if the plan works, I might be able to draw Spidey to me if I make a little bit of noise during the whole thing… though it would be quite a different story if now was the night Cage decided to come back from Kansas City and restart his career as a hero for hire… or Daredevil coming out of retirement… or the Fantastic Four coming in to help out… or Iron Fist… no, wait, he got booted back to that alternate dimension when Stark tried to search for alternate versions of himself to host a party because he was busy… at another party.”

She looked up into the rain for a moment, breathing a sigh of exasperation before scratching out the bait plan and moving over to a new, unscuffed part of the train to start doing some more doodles while she waited for the train to get to Battery City.

“Maybe… I could bait him out by capturing someone like the Tinkerer and offering to be a contact with information… but how would I contact him without walking straight into the Triskellion? Does he even work there or is he just training with the Avengers? Fuck me, I haven’tput this much planning into getting a guy’s attention since high school,” she said, lying down on her back and looking up into the storm clouds, watching the rain strike the lense of her mask and roll down slowly. “And even then, the way I did that was by flashing him outside his house and asking to go inside… that could work actually… most guys do like the sight of perky G-cup tits outside their bedroom window.”

She was silent for a second before sitting up on the train and looking down between her legs.

“What the hell am I talking about?” she asked with a laugh, resting her arms on her knees and sitting quietly for most of the rest of the train yard, wondering if she should visit the Tinkerer and ask him to install something like an iPod or a radio into the suit. After all, he did owe her a favour for hooking him up on a date with Black Cat a few years ago.

“Though that did go quite horribly. Young Ms Hardy was not too pleased with the fact that Phineas was about sixty years old… and she was nineteen,” Mary chuckled to herself, remembering how furious Felicia had been when she smashed through the window to her penthouse and demanded an apology.

And Mary did, then took her out on a date to a nice restaurant, went home, drank expensive alcohol, and talked into the small hours of the morning before having sex and parting ways the following afternoon

“I really should visit her again sometime,” Mary said, tapping the suit’s shoulders as she thought. “I quite enjoyed our little night on the town, and that was, lemme think, four years ago? Yikes, I definitely need to arrange another date with her… if either of us aren’t busy with another lover that is.”

She once again stood up, seeing the waterfront of the city out in the distance and deciding to get ready for her assault on the Estacado family business.

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