I Woke Up in the Marvel Universe, But All the Heroes Are Women?-Chapter 41: Mind Goblin

I stand frozen, watching the chaos unfold. Green Goblin and Shocker working together? That's serious big-league villain team-up territory. My heart hammers against my ribs as I consider my options.
Do I really want to jump into this? I'm not Spider-Woman. Hell, I'm barely Skip Step. These are actual supervillains, not some random pizza shop robber.
But people are screaming, running from shattered storefronts and smoking cars. A woman trips and falls as debris rains down around her.
"Fuck it," I mutter, clenching my brass-knuckled fists. "I can at least help evacuate."
I focus on a nearby rooftop and teleport, golden light trailing behind me as I materialize higher up. Another jump takes me closer to the action, then another. With each teleport, that familiar warmth spreads through my lower body. By my fifth jump plus everything that came before it, I'm already getting pretty hard, the pheromones beginning to build in my system.
"Great timing, hormones," I grumble, landing on a roof overlooking the destruction.
From this vantage point, I can see everything, Green Goblin circling overhead like some demented fairy, Shocker methodically blasting apart anything in her path. Civilians scatter like ants, desperate to escape the destruction.
I scan desperately for other heroes, Spider-Woman, Iron Woman, literally anyone, but the skies are empty except for Green Goblin. My stomach twists into knots. I'm it. I'm all these people have right now.
"What the hell can I even do?" I mutter. "It's not like I can teleport civilians to safety… I'd just make them horny and confused."
The woman who fell is still struggling to get up, clutching her ankle. Three more pumpkin bombs explode nearby, showering the street with debris.
I stare at the Goblin, calculating the distance, maybe a hundred and twenty feet away. That's a hell of a jump, way farther than I usually go. But not really a problem.
"Masters said I'm stronger when I'm horny," I whisper, steeling myself. "Let's test that theory."
Without overthinking it, I focus on the Goblin's glider, visualize the exact spot behind her, and teleport.
The world stretches and compresses around me in a golden flash. When reality snaps back into focus, I'm luckily standing on the metal surface of the glider, the wind whipping past my mask. The teleport leaves me dizzy but surprisingly functional…But also veering into deep into arousal. The pheromones are cranking up, flooding my system with a desperate heat that makes my costume uncomfortably tight.
The Goblin whips around, those yellow eyes widening behind her mask. "What the…"
I don't let her finish. Channeling every bit of horniness-fueled strength, I drive my brass-knuckled fist straight into her face. The impact sends a satisfying shock up my arm.
"What the FUCK?" she screams, staggering backward.
Before she can recover, I drop low and sweep her legs out from under her, a move Masters drilled into me for weeks. The Goblin's feet fly up, and suddenly she's falling, arms pinwheeling as she plummets off the glider toward the street below.
"Holy shit, it worked!" I gasp, momentarily forgetting I'm now standing alone on a pilotless glider that's starting to dip and swerve erratically.
The Goblin catches herself midair, some kind of backup system in her suit slowing her descent. She lands in a crouch, already reaching for something on her belt.
"You're dead, mask boy!" she shrieks, her voice carrying up to me.
I don't even have time to register my victory before the glider starts spiraling out of control, yanking me sideways as it tilts dangerously. My stomach lurches as the machine goes into some kind of automated emergency protocol, jerking violently beneath my feet.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" I focus on a nearby rooftop and teleport.
The world warps around me for an instant, then I'm rolling on solid concrete as the glider smashes into the side of an office building with a spectacular explosion of glass and twisted metal.
"Oh fuck," I wince, watching brick and debris rain down onto the street.
Something whirs through the air beside my ear, and I turn just in time to see a razor-sharp bat-shaped projectile embed itself into the concrete where my head had been a millisecond earlier.
"Fuck…" I barely have time to process before three more razor bats come sailing toward me, their edges glinting lethally in the sunlight.
Pure terror floods my system as I imagine what those things would do to human flesh. I teleport frantically, materializing ten feet to the left as the razor bats slice through the empty space where I'd been standing. The teleporting sends another wave of heat through my body, the pheromones building to an almost painful level now.
"Stay still, you little shit!" Green Goblin screams from below, already reaching for more projectiles.
I'm so focused on dodging her attacks that I completely forget about Shocker until a concussive blast hits me square in the back. The impact feels like being hit by a truck, knocking every molecule of air from my lungs as I'm launched forward off the rooftop.
Pain. Pure, blinding pain radiates through every nerve ending in my body. It's like being torn apart at the atomic level, every cell screaming in protest. I can't even focus enough to teleport, the agony much.
I plummet five stories, my limbs flailing uselessly as the ground rushes up to meet me. The impact knocks whatever breath I had managed to recover right back out of my body. I hit the pavement with a sickening thud that reverberates through my bones, my vision exploding into a kaleidoscope of black and red stars.
Pain ripples through my body, but I can still breathe. Somehow, I don't think anything's broken. I lie there, not daring to move, my nervous system a jumbled mess of agony and arousal. All that teleporting has left me painfully hard despite the fall.
A shadow falls across my face. Green Goblin looms over me, her mask's yellow eyes glowing eerily in the midday sun.
"Well, well," she cackles, grabbing my arm and yanking me upward. My feet dangle helplessly as she holds me aloft. "What have we here? A new hero in town?"
I say nothing, my body a conflicted battleground of pain and desire. The pheromones are practically radiating off me in waves. Even through her mask, I can see her eyes widen as she inhales deeply.
"Oh my," she purrs, her voice dropping an octave. "You've got me all hot and bothered, Goldy." She tilts her head, studying me like I'm some fascinating specimen. "What is that? Some kind of power?"
I still can't form words, my brain scrambling to process this nightmare scenario.
The Goblin looks around at the chaos surrounding us, smoking cars, shattered glass, fleeing civilians, then shrugs dismissively. "Shocker can handle the rest. I haven't had a good fuck in ages."
Before I can react, her free hand slides down to my crotch, palm pressing against my embarrassingly hard erection through my costume. She squeezes, sending a jolt of unwanted pleasure up my spine.
"And look at you," she purrs, her gloved thumb tracing circles over the bulge in my pants. "Already good to go for me. Did you come here just so I'd fuck you?"
My body is betraying me, responding to her touch despite my mind screaming in protest. Her fingers find my zipper and start to pull it down.
"GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF OF HIM!"
A blur of red and blue streaks through the air, and suddenly the Goblin's face snaps backward from the impact of Spider-Woman's foot connecting squarely with her jaw. The villain's grip releases instantly, and I crumple to the ground in a heap of pain and relief.
"Spidey," I gasp, my voice barely audible as I struggle to get my bearings.
Spider-Woman stands protectively in front of me, her stance wide and ready for combat. "Stay down, Skip," she commands, not taking her eyes off the Goblin who's already recovering, rubbing her jaw with a predatory grin.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite little spider," Goblin cackles, spitting blood onto the pavement. "Always interrupting when things are getting interesting."
The Goblin lunges at Spider-Woman, her bladed gauntlets glinting in the sunlight as she swings wildly. Spidey's movements are fluid, basically precognitive as she effortlessly twists away from each lethal slash. She seems more focused than usual. There's none of her usual quips or playful banter.
"Not today, Goblin," Spider-Woman growls, her fist connecting with the Goblin's face in a brutal uppercut. "I'm not letting you hurt him."
The raw desperation in her voice catches me off guard. This isn't the confident, wisecracking hero I know. There's something deeply personal in her tone, something that makes my chest tighten.
The Goblin's eyes widen behind her mask, yellow lenses somehow conveying genuine surprise. "Oh my," she purrs, wiping blood from her chin. "I haven't seen you this worried since…"
Spider-Woman dives forward with startling ferocity, cutting off whatever the Goblin was about to say with another devastating punch. "DON'T YOU DARE!" she screams, her voice cracking with emotion.
The Goblin actually laughs as Spider-Woman's fist connects again, the sound high and unhinged despite the blood streaming from her nose. "What? You don't want me to bring up your old little blonde boyfriend?"
Something snaps in Spider-Woman. She unleashes a flurry of punches that makes me flinch, each impact punctuated by a grunt of effort. No pulling punches, no restraint, just raw, unbridled rage.
A concussive blast tears through the air, catching Spider-Woman square in the back. The force sends her flying into a nearby car, the metal crumpling around her like tissue paper.
"Spidey!" I cry out, struggling to my feet despite the pain radiating through every inch of my body.
Shocker strides forward, her gauntlets still crackling with energy as she helps the Goblin stand. The villain's costume is torn in places, blood seeping through the green fabric, but she's grinning maniacally as she presses a button on her wrist.
The damaged glider, somehow still functional, zips down from wherever it had crashed, stopping just beside them. She leaps onto, then turns to look directly at me. Even through my pain-induced haze, I can feel her eyes devouring me.
"It was nice to meet you, Goldy Boy," she calls out, her voice dripping with promise. "Hopefully we can finish what we started soon."
Shocker grabs onto her back, and they fly away, the glider's engines screaming as they disappear between the buildings.
I drag myself to my feet, the world tilting dangerously as I stumble toward Spider-Woman. Every step sends fresh waves of pain shooting through my body.
Spider-Woman lies in the crumpled metal of the car, her movements stiff and jerky. She spots me hobbling toward her and freezes.
"Are you alright?" she asks, her voice tight with concern.
"I think so," I manage, wincing as I extend my hand to help her up. "You?"
She nods, taking my offered hand and rising to her feet. Her mask hides her expression, but I can feel the intensity of her gaze as it travels down my body, lingering on the obvious bulge straining against my costume.
"You want some help with that?" she asks, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "We don't have to tell anyone. I just remember last time…"
My body screams yes, the pheromones in my system making every nerve ending throb with desperate need. But Ellie's face flashes through my mind, her fierce blue eyes, her genuine smile, the way she looks at me like I'm the most precious thing in her universe.
"I can't," I say, forcing the words past my dry throat. "I just... can't."
The truth is, I'm so horny I'd probably fuck a mailbox right now if it had a pussy, but I'm not a cheater. Never have been.
Spider-Woman tilts her head, taking a step closer. "You're giving off some mean pheromones right now, Skip."
I back away, nearly tripping over debris. "I gotta get back to school," I mumble, my legs wobbling beneath me. "Ellie can fix me up."
The world spins suddenly, black spots dancing across my vision. My knees buckle, and I pitch forward, bracing for another painful impact with the pavement.
It never comes. Spider-Woman catches me with those enhanced reflexes of hers, her strong arms wrapping around my waist to keep me upright.
"Skip, you're a mess," she sighs, adjusting her grip to support more of my weight. "At least let me get you home."
"Alright."