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Peter’s heart was firmly in his ears, adrenaline racing through his veins with every pounding beat.
When he’d gotten out of bed that morning, he’d been convinced it was going to be a good day. After all, things had finally started looking like they were on the up. Something welcomed after the funk he’d found himself in for too long. Jameson hadn’t been too rough on him as of late, and he’d actually seen a little bit more money. Not a lot, but just enough to leave him feeling like he was actually starting to get somewhere at the Bugle. Things between himself and Aunt May had been doing better than they’d been in a long while.
And then there was Mary Jane.
The first time he had met her had always stood out to him. Like it had been one of those moments you’d see in a television show, letting the main character know he’d just met someone special. Even after all these years, he could remember it plain as day. Other memories existed alongside it, and he was sure there would be many more that would join it. But something about that moment had always stood out to him.
And so had Mary Jane herself. Over the years, she’d always seemed to be in his orbit. Even when he’d been so wrapped up in things with Gwen, she’d never failed to somehow find a way to lighten the mood. Whether the situation had called for it or not.
Right now? He wasn’t sure about lightening the mood, but he definitely was wishing that she hadn’t gotten herself wrapped up in all of this.
“He’s getting closer!” Arms wrapped tightly around his neck, Mary Jane’s eyes grew wider as the figure in the Vulture costume continued to close the distance between them. From the look on his face, Adrian Toomes hadn’t calmed down any over the course of the case. Especially when his hostage had been ‘stolen’ away from him. As it stood, the very last thing that MJ was eager to do was have herself flown over the city yet again.
Web-swinging was one thing, but flying was another entirely.
One was also inherently more comforting than the other. But that went without saying.
“Yeah, he does that!” Keeping his attention focused on where they were going, Peter released one web-line before firing off another. Pulling on it as soon as he was able to, he maneuvered them quickly between two buildings, hoping the confined space might slow their pursuer down just a bit. A quick, stolen glance in the mirrored windows surrounding them on all sides confirmed that, even with the change in direction, Toomes was still right on their tail. The sound that the older man had built into the wings of his costume filled Peter’s ears just as much as the wind rushing by himself and MJ.
Outrunning the Vulture hadn’t been the goal, however. Instead, it had been just getting Mary Jane as far out of harm’s way as possible. Once she was safe? Toomes would get all the fight that he wanted. Peter would make absolutely sure of that.
Turning her head forward, Mary Jane’s eyes widened as she saw Spider-Man aim the two of them towards a nearby construction site. The first thing that her thoughts went to was imagining him angling them both through the uncovered maze of beams and girders as fast as was humanly possible. Burying her face into his neck, she braced herself for the flood of wind that would, no doubt, come rushing by in a matter of minutes, if not seconds. With all the speed they were carrying, they’d be on top of the site faster than she could blink.
That flood came, but not in the way that she’d anticipated. Instead, Peter brought the two of them in for a landing that was more helter skelter than it was graceful. Refusing to pause for so much as a second, he was back on the move the instant his feet had touched down. The site wouldn’t offer much in the way of cover, but it would have to do. He couldn’t fight the Vulture with MJ still in his arms, so getting her to safety came first.
“Listen to me, I need you to get somewhere safe, now. Got it?” he asked, turning her so he could look her in the eye.
“Uh-huh.” Nodding, MJ could still feel adrenaline rushing through her veins. The sight of the Vulture noticing where they’d gone made any thought of the conversation going longer vanish inside her head. Before she had even fully processed that she’d answered, her own two feet were already on the move. Settling on a pile of stacked beams that were still waiting to be put into their proper places, she had barely ducked behind them before she heard the sounds of battle already reaching her ears.
By the time she had reached the relative safety of her hiding place, the battle delayed by the chase had already started to finally unfold. The confined space might have made maneuvering difficult for Peter, but that very difficulty was twicefold for his opponent. It had been exactly that which he’d planned on. The skies might have belonged to the Vulture, but down within the cramped confines of the construction site, Peter knew the ball was well within his court.
It was an advantage that made itself clear almost immediately.
“Hold still!” Realizing the trap that had been sprung on him, Toomes did his best to hold his own against his opponent. It swiftly proved to be a losing battle rather quickly, in every possible way. One that Mary Jane found herself with a front row seat to.
The longer that she watched, the more transfixed by the entire scene Mary Jane became. She had seen Spider-Man in action more times than she could count. Both in person and either through television or in the countless front pages of the Daily Bugle. No matter how many times she found herself a spectator, however, it never became any less of a sight.
The rush of adrenaline that had overtaken her from the minute the Vulture had grabbed her hadn’t stopped yet. With her heart firmly lodged in her throat, the sounds of battle mixed in with every heartbeat that pounded against her ears.
Everything seemed like Spider-Man had it all in hand.
Until he didn’t.
It happened fast. In as confined a space as the construction sight was, it only took one mistake or slip to ensure a hit would land. For either Spider-Man or the Vulture, the reality of that was impossible to ignore. More than once, the latter had found that one slip up could, and would, lead to a flurry of other hits to follow. As the wall-crawler swung himself around a beam and hurdled himself back at him, Toomes found the winds of change finally had flowed in his direction.
The speed that Peter was carrying made the hit impossible to dodge. Even with his Spider-Sense instantly exploding inside his head, Peter could do little more than twist himself to try and avoid the incoming punch.
Unfortunately, it was an attempt completely doomed to failure. Within seconds, everything about Peter’s trajectory changed. Now going the opposite direction, he had just barely begun to get his bearings before his path was blocked by one of the beams he’d been using to his advantage. Colliding with it head first, he could hear a loud bong! sound echo throughout the entirety of the construction site. It took another few moments for him to realize that it had come from his impact. Much less that he had slipped down to the floor in a crumbled heap between that impact and the realization of it.
In such a state, there was no way for him to comprehend that the Vulture was now practically on top of him.
“Finally, I have a chance to do what I’ve longed to for years now; shutting you up. Forever.” The sinister sneer in Adrian’s voice reverberated throughout the site just as the sound of Peter’s impact had. In his head, the old man’s voice was deafening. As many hits as he had taken over the years, it hadn’t grown any easier to just shrug them off. Especially when he’d had no time to brace for the impact.
Forcing his eyes open, his vision filled with stars, Peter heard a metallic sound join Toomes’ voice in his ears. From the gleam in the old man’s eyes, it was clear that his wings held an even deadlier trick this time around. Where Adrian had gotten the time and resources to go to work on his costume was a question that remained unspoken, but still floating around in Peter’s thoughts. The overwhelming sensation of realization crashed into him again, harder than ever before, as his Spider-Sense once more kicked itself into high-gear.
As scattered as his thoughts were, his body was sluggish to respond. Even with danger directly bearing down on him. Willing himself to move, Peter couldn’t escape the feeling that whatever he did, it would come too late. His heart skipped a beat, and then another, in between frantically pounding at his chest as if it were trying to escape. Above him, the shadow of one of Adrian’s wings grew larger as he lifted it and its twin above his head, eyes seemingly mad as he prepared to bring them down directly on his foe.
It was a strike that would never come. Just like what had happened when he’d been slammed into the beam, Peter heard a loud metallic bong! again explode in his ears. Ignoring the pain such a deafening sound inspired, his head snapped upwards, eyes wide beneath his mask as he saw Adrian’s face shift.
Rather than the mad glee of someone who was mere seconds from extracting their final victory, his expression was ablaze with a mixture of confusion and pain. Stumbling to his one side, the man’s hands instantly flew to his head, as if nursing a wound that had just been inflicted on him. With each step he made, pained shouts following each one, the cause of such a wound became clear to Peter.
Standing behind where Toomes had been positioned was Mary Jane, a large wrench tightly squeezed in her hands. And if ever he had been tempted to describe someone as looking like an angel, it was definitely that very moment.
“You alright?” Still clutching the wrench tightly in her hand, Mary Jane’s concern was completely focused on Spider-Man. With how hard she’d swung the tool at the Vulture, there was certainly no chance that the hit hadn’t packed a wallop, and certainly a headache to go along with it. As for how long that would last, however, she didn’t want to think about it. Getting a certain red-and-blue clad figure up and on his feet was easily more important.
“Just…peachy.” Pushing the answer past gritted teeth as he struggled to his feet via an offered hand, Peter was still feeling the effects of his landing, in the form of everything seeming to spin around him. He hardly had time to lament his own condition, however. Scarcely a second had passed before his Spider-Sense again roared to life inside his head. The smallest glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye was enough to make him react on instinct alone.
Not a moment too soon, either. Despite the hard hit he’d taken from Mary Jane’s wrench, Toomes was already back on the warpath, and more enraged than he had been before. With part of his wings sharpened into razor sharp points, a single swipe from those blades would be enough to end both of the people in front of him. It also certainly wouldn’t be a pretty sight either. But after the blow he’d taken to his head, he wouldn’t sweat leaving a mess for the police to stumble upon.
It was a chance that he would never have the chance to fulfill. Knowing where to go, thanks to his Spider-Sense, Peter quickly pushed Mary Jane out of the way, before side-stepping the blow from the Vulture in the same movement. Within seconds, Toomes’ rage had become his undoing. The swing he’d made out of anger came nowhere close to landing, and instead, all of his balance seemed to evaporate without something solid to land against. As that same swing went past him, Peter grabbed onto Toomes’ wrist, and pulled.
The result was devastating and effective all at the same time. Having thrown all of his strength into the enraged swing, Toomes found himself catapulted off his feet and into the air, much in the same way he’d done to Spider-Man earlier. And much like had happened to his opponent, the end result was being tossed into yet another of the beams around the site.
The last thing that Adrian heard before the darkness of unconsciousness claimed him was a sound all too similar to the one he’d heard fill the air minutes earlier. Only this time, it was from his own impact.
Heart still pounding in his ears, Peter watched as the Vulture slumped down to the ground. The impact would hurt like hell, but Toomes would at least wake up to the familiar confines of a prison cell. Right where he belonged. The satisfaction that should have come from that was tempered by the way Peter’s lungs burned for oxygen. Between that and the headache he already knew would linger with him the rest of the day, he was more than relieved that things were finally over.
“Guess that settles that.” The comment might have been similar to what he himself was thinking, but in a flash, Peter found his attention directly called back to Mary Jane. Her intervention had no doubt saved his bacon. But considering that all of this had come from her ignoring him telling her to hide not once, but twice?
He had words for her, certainly, but they weren’t going to be nice ones.
“Sure does, but we’ve got some things to settle too, lady.” Wrapping an arm around Mary Jane’s waist, Peter pushed past the dizziness still plaguing his vision, and made his way off the nearest ledge. The police sirens echoing up to him from below provided all the additional fuel he needed to make the two of them scarce.
With enough distance put between them, Peter found the nearest available rooftop, and brought them both in for a landing, a far more relaxed one this time around. Compared to how she had been clinging to him tightly throughout the chase Toomes had given them, Mary Jane now seemed almost like the experience had been the most fun she’d had in ages.
“You think he’s gonna remember that I hit him with that wrench?” she asked, tone now chipper and bright, as if they’d just come off the dance floor, rather than a fight.
“Probably. What happened to you staying hidden?” Peter countered, unafraid to let his frustration filter into his voice. Part of it was no doubt due to the hit to his head he’d taken. But considering that if he hadn’t been able to get back on his feet when he had? The last thing he wanted was to leave her encouraged to try that again in the future. Whether or not she actually would was the farthest thing from his mind.
“Pretty sure me not doing that is what saved your butt back there.” Instantly, Mary Jane’s brows furrowed in confusion. It had been far from her first time finding herself wrapped up in some kind of superhero related encounter. In some ways, she actually thought she’d handled it far better than anyone had any right to. Certainly, most would have been so paralyzed with fear they wouldn’t have even been able to run if they’d wanted to. Instead, she’d come through at exactly the right moment when it was needed.
And now this was her reward? Getting attitude from the person she’d helped?
“Yeah, which I wouldn’t have needed if you wouldn’t have stuck around in the first place.” He saw the look on her face change. First from the confusion that had so quickly overtaken it, to genuine anger. And despite how frustrated he was himself, a part of Peter knew he was in for an even bigger headache than the one he already had.
“Sorry, Mr. Spider-Man, sir, I didn’t mean to get in the way.” The outrageous amount of pure sass that filled her words did little calm him down. And as he stood there, taking each and every one, Peter already knew he needed to get through to her. None of this could happen again.
It was just his luck the amount of times that he found the people in his life somehow becoming the focus of some villain's plot, or being right there when they needed someone as bait. What had happened to Gwen was still fresh in his mind, and that was the last thing he was going to let happen to anyone. Especially Mary Jane.
For a moment, he remembered the way MJ had been trying to get wrapped up in Spider-Man business since the moment he had met her. It had helped out when he'd needed an excuse to sneak away and do battle with the Rhino. But now? It was starting to become an annoyance. How many times had he tried to tell her not to get involved? Both as Peter and as his alter-ego?
What was it going to take for that to sink in?
His frustration answered that for him.
"Listen, sister, you have a knack for getting yourself into trouble, and making it my problem!" The words sounded almost like he meant them. And in some way, maybe Peter did. If she wanted to put on a tough exterior, then he could do the same. Maybe that was what it would take to get it through to her that if he said ‘hide’, it meant to stay hidden. Just like when he said to ‘run’, it meant to run away and not stick around.
"Last I checked, I did pretty well holding my own back there, Spidey." Crossing her arms over her chest, MJ's expression had already done a one-eighty in less than two seconds. The last she checked, she had actually helped put an end to whatever Vulture had been doing. Unless there had been someone else who had bashed him over the head with a two-by-four when she wasn't looking.
Who has he to try and make it out that she was the problem here?
"And if you'd gotten away like I'd told you to, you wouldn't have been grabbed by him in the first place!" On a good day, it would have been hard for Peter to keep himself in check. After all that had happened in the past hour or so? There wasn’t a chance in Hell of that happening now. Had it not been for his mask, he probably would have already tried to pull his hair out. Mary Jane had managed to push his buttons in the past, as had most of the people in his life, but this was absolutely ridiculous.
He’d never had a sidekick before, but somehow, he imagined that maybe it would be just as maddening as the conversation going on now was.
“Listen, man, you’re not my dad, so how about you quit acting like one? Little ol’ MJ is a big girl and can make her own decisions! If you don’t like it, tough! What are you gonna do, spank me?” Mary Jane didn’t back down. Where some might have bulked at the idea of arguing with a superhero, much less one who had just saved her life, she not only dug her heels in, but was intent on going toe-to-toe with him.
As far as she was concerned, it seemed like he was just mad that she hadn’t ran along like some kind of goody two shoes. And that ship had long since sailed for her.
The aggravation that Peter felt only continued to build. In fact, before the last word had even left Mary Jane’s lips, he saw some kind of red in his vision. And not just from the color of her hair. Couldn’t she see that he was trying to keep her safe? Were it not for the trouble he was sure it would cause in the long run, he was almost tempted to rip off his mask and reveal who he was right then and there. Maybe doing that would be enough to convince her that the only thing all of this was going to net was her ending up like Gwen-
That thought made something inside of him snap. He’d had enough nightmares to last a lifetime from that failing. Something he’d replayed over and over again in his head without any kind of end in sight. No matter how much time had passed since that day on the bridge, he could still feel the wound rip itself open all over again.
He wouldn’t let Mary Jane end up like Gwen. He wouldn’t. In fact, he was convinced if that happened, he might actually shatter.
“You’re right. I don’t like it.” He had spoken the words before he even realized they were his own. In a way, it was almost as though he were moving on autopilot. In front of him, MJ’s expression continued to fill up with even more annoyance. Her body language was rough to make it obvious what she was feeling. At his response, a flood of angry words sprang to her lips, accompanied by an extended finger almost certainly looking to jab him in the chest.
Unbeknownst to her, however, it made what followed all the easier.
His own hand rose up, wrapping around her wrist as firmly as he could without running the chance of hurting her in any way. At the same time, there was almost certainly no chance of her breaking out of said grip on her own. The fiery string of words she’d prepared for him fizzled in a matter of seconds, replaced with a new set of ones all geared towards his hold on her wrist.
“Hey! What is this? Let go!” She was only mere seconds from becoming a wildcat trapped in an enclosure. The only thing keeping her from doing so was the sheer confusion and curiosity over what exactly he was doing. If this was some kind of attempt to scare her, he was in for a rude awakening.
Her command all but fell upon deaf ears. Still running on autopilot, Peter didn’t stop at just taking hold of her wrist. As gently, but still firmly as he could, he tugged her towards him, only stopping once he had her underneath his other arm. Having her securely there, he clamped down on her, pinning her to his side before lifting her off her feet. Had there been any spectators to the scene, surely the prevailing mood would have been one of curiosity and amusement. For Mary Jane, however, that confusion was laced with all the anger she had already made a most bratty display of.
“What are you doing?! Put me down!” The world having disappeared from underneath her feet, MJ instantly made a show of kicking and hitting his back in an attempt to make him release her. In contrast to how excited she had been whilst web-swinging earlier, it was like night and day.
“Not so high and mighty now, are ya?” The act that Peter had been putting on in an attempt to scare her had already become one he didn’t need to think about. In more than a few ways, it had gone beyond just being an act at all. As many frustrations as he had in his life, the last thing he needed was to waste time arguing. Especially with Mary Jane.
Subconsciously, it was as though he realized that a chance to teach her a lesson was just as much something he’d wanted to do more than once. In and out of his costume, for that matter.
“Come on! This isn’t funny!” Realizing her kicking and hitting wasn’t doing much to get her put back on her feet, MJ still wasn’t about to stop. Or was how childish she looked at the moment. What did make her freeze, however, was the unmistakable feeling and sound of something coming down on her upturned ass.
Had he…had he just actually spanked her?!
“What the hell?!” she instantly said, looking over her shoulder at him.
“Guess that got your attention.” In her mind, MJ saw him smiling underneath that mask of his. And that only made it harder to ignore how red her face was getting. Even if her anger was doing a good job at giving her something to focus on.
“What do you think this is?! The Stone Age?!” The words rushed out of her in a loud string even before the shock had fully worn off. The red coloring now filling out her cheeks found plenty of kindling in how hot she was.
A spanking? Seriously?!
“No, but you know, it sure made you pipe down fast enough.” Inside his mask, Peter arched a brow. He wasn’t seeing red any longer, apart from the shade he could see MJ’s face already turning. Regardless, the tough guy act he had conjured up hadn’t faltered yet. And all things considered, maybe he’d just stumbled on a way to make sure Mary Jane didn’t pull a stunt like this all over again.
It maybe was a bit archaic of a method, but if it worked…
“If you don’t put me down right now, you big brute, I’m gonna make sure you regret it!” Her wriggling renewed, MJ could feel all the warmth rushing to her face now. In more ways than one, this situation had gone from ridiculous to outright mortifying. Perhaps she had come on a little bit too strong, but there was no way that Spider-Man was being serious about all of this.
Heroes went around saving the day. Last she checked, that didn’t include dishing out spankings. And if someone told her there was someone out there calling himself ‘the Spanker’, she was going to absolutely lose it.
God, it was almost enough to make her say that she knew-
“One of us is gonna regret something, but it ain’t gonna be me.” Peter didn’t wait to finish his sentence before delivering a few more spanks to MJ’s rear. Considering the pair of shorts she was wearing, his target hardly had much in the way of cover. Each smack seemed to make a louder plap!, and that was without him putting in even the slightest energy into any of his spanks. Despite that, each spank seemed to make Mary Jane wiggle and squirm even more within his grip. And this time, rather than silence her, it made her voice raise in volume and pitch.
“Ow! Cut it ou-OW!” her face now fully cherry red, MJ found that every squirm only made each swat land even harder than the one that preceded it. There was just no way to get out of his reach. With the way Spider-Man wasn’t letting up either, waiting it out was far from an ideal option by any means either.
“I don’t know, it seems like doing this finally made you want to listen to me.” A certain sense of smugness had already begun to affect Peter’s voice. Spanking Mary Jane hadn’t exactly been on his mind when he’d brought them to the rooftop. If anything, he’d been convinced all he’d needed was to somehow put on a tough enough voice, and he’d be able to scare her off. In hindsight, a part of him already knew he had been an idiot for thinking it would go that way. In all the years he’d known her, when had she ever been one to shy away from anything?
He definitely couldn’t see his other identity getting away with any of this. But maybe Spider-Man could make this work…
Not that he was going to add this to his usual ways of dealing with his rogues gallery either. That was the kind of nightmare fuel he didn’t even want to imagine Jonah getting his hands on somehow.
The futileness of struggling already beginning to sink in, Mary Jane hadn’t quite given up on it just yet. The temptation to scream was certainly there. But with how nosey everyone in New York was? The last thing she wanted was someone seeing what was happening, and deciding that taking photos of it was the best course of action. Knowing some of the kinds of people that populated the city? She wouldn’t put it past anyone.
No, she was going to have to solve this on her own. The longer she remained there, tucked under his arm as if she weighed nothing at all, the more she could feel how hot her face was actually burning. A perfect parallel to wildfire already beginning to burn in a different pair of cheeks. Which one would actually turn out to be redder was a question she hoped the masked hero currently spanking her wouldn’t want to actually find out.
Being spanked was one thing, but if he somehow got it into his head to do it on the bare? Oh, she was going to go absolutely feral. And she wouldn’t stop until she had somehow managed to tear him limb from limb. Nevermind that the thought had crossed her mind once or tw-
“Will you cut it out?! This isn’t funny!” she called out, finally cutting out her kicking in an attempt to possibly show that she was willing to listen. So long as it got her back on her own two feet, she was willing to try it.
“Are you actually going to listen to me if I do?” Peter asked in return, refusing to let up on spanking her even as he spoke. Perhaps out of wanting to see just how genuine her response would be, he picked up the intensity of his spanks just a touch, actually making her wiggle even more as a result. As those swats rained down on her upturned rump, MJ felt any response she might have cooked up already vanishing backwards down her throat. Every one made her physically feel as though she was going to throw a tantrum if he didn’t stop.
The unmistakable feeling of butterflies in her lower stomach was there too, helping in absolutely no way with how red her face felt. This had better not awaken something more inside of her…
“Fine, ok! I’ll be more careful!” Finally pushing the words out through gritted teeth, MJ still could feel every ounce of frustration boiling over inside her. Only now it was tempered by a smarting pair of cheeks through her shorts.
“You promise?” A few more hearty spanks reigned down on her ass, the hardest ones he’d delivered yet.
“Yes! I promise! Now put me down!” Halfway tempted to resume her kicking and hitting, if only to have something to focus on besides her now sore ass, MJ quickly found there was no need. As the world returned beneath her feet, albeit in the form of a rooftop, her hands instantly went back to rub at her butt through her shorts. The urge to kick out that she’d had returned in the form of her moving from foot to foot, as if doing so would help her find relief from the spanking.
It was a time when Peter was happy to be wearing a mask. Because the sight was more than enough to bring a smile to his face. It would be even harder not to have that same smile the next time he saw her out of costume.
“Gotta say, it’s nice to see you cooperating.” he said, cocking his head to the side as he crossed his arms over his chest. Were the situation different, he might have felt a bit cautious about the dirty look he instantly received from MJ. But all things considered, watching her rubbing at her sore cheeks was enough to defuse whatever punch her glare might have packed.
“Ha, ha, ha!” The only thinking keeping Mary Jane rooted in place was that she had no desire to go through any kind of repeat performance. Especially when she already was sure she’d be sitting tenderly for at least a few hours. As much as she was still convinced she’d done the right thing in helping, she also had no urge to push her luck.
“I meant what I said. Next time I tell you to get somewhere safe, you better listen.”
“Or what?” The response was out of MJ’s mouth before she could even think twice about it. Had he still been seeing red, Peter had no doubts that he might have taken those words as both a challenge, and a sign that she clearly hadn’t learned anything from all of this. As it was, the sound of a siren erupting in the distance drew his attention away entirely.
Still nursing a smarting pair of cheeks, MJ turned her own head towards the sound as well, already able to spot a budding trail of smoke rising in the distance.
“Tell you what, you stay safe, and the both of us can forget all about this.” The tough guy act dropped out of his voice instantly. As much as a part of him already wanted to give Mary Jane another ‘lesson’, there was no telling what was going on elsewhere. Backing himself towards the ledge, he gave her one last look, before adding a two finger salute.
Hurtling himself into the city’s skyline once again, another sentence echoed up to where Mary Jane had been left standing. “Be careful sitting down for a while!”
As he swung away, perhaps packing a bit more pizazz to his swings than he normally did, Peter was satisfied that the tough guy act would probably be enough to make sure Mary Jane wouldn’t linger too close to trouble the next time it arose. With luck, of course. At the very least, he could say with confidence what had happened would be enough to leave an impression. If only he could solve more problems like this…
Back on the rooftop, Mary Jane’s thoughts were split between two very distinct things. One was the way that her ass was absolutely still smarting from the spanking she’d been given. Something that she was half-torn between wanting to totally tear a certain superhero to shreds over, as well as how this would definitely be something she’d be thinking about for days to come. And maybe a few nights too.
The other?
It was definitely how much she was going to make sure Peter would have an absolute handful to deal with the next time she saw him. Mask or no mask. If he thought this would somehow make her act any different, then he had another thing coming.
Whether or not she would be able to sit down before that happened, however, remained to be seen.
Still nursing her sore ass, she turned towards the roof's entrance, grumbling to herself all the way.
“‘Be careful sitting down’. I swear, the next time I see you, Peter…”