Redhead Nights

Redhead Wonder

New York boomed with the sounds of life. Horns, yelling, music, you guess it; it's there. Outside from the chaos of the city, inside an apartment building in Queens resided a anxious Mary Jane Watson. She laid on her couch wearing her jogging clothes and her fire read hair was rustler over her head. In front of her played an black and white 50s romance film, the crackling audio the only thing heard inside. Then, a tap and the window caught her attention.
She sighed, hating to get up from the nice spot on the couch she has made after an hour of relaxation, but finally got to the window. She opened it, allowing the sounds of the city to enter the room. Nothing seemed to be there, but before she could close the window, a man in red and blue dropped down to the window with a smirk beneath his mask.

"Hello, mrs, have the time to talk about the possibility of Jesus, our savior?"

he asked, a small laugh breaking MJ's shock.

"Common, Peter, y'll give a girl a heart attack if you keep that up."

"Peter, who's this Peter fella?"

she smirked and placed her hands over his mask, lifting it up to reveal the brown hair and blue eyes of her beloved, Parker.

"Well then you too just might be
twins."

The two laughed slightly before finally the two met for a small kiss. Soon, MJ broke from it with confusion at mind.

"Shouldn't you be out there, y'know, doing your thing?"

He sighed and scratched the back of his head.

"Actually, I was hoping you'd be asleep so I could grab a snack. Crimefighting really gets you hungry, believe it or not."

She chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"Consider it done."

she said with a smile, and left to the kitchen. She put a few things together and brought over a paper bag and thermos. With a smile, she held them to him, but before the hero took ahold of them, the television changed to a news alert.
BREAKING NEWS
NEW YORK NATIONAL BANK HAS RECENTLY BEEN PUT UNDER ATTACK. THREE OR MORE ARE BELIEVED TO BE PRESENT AND ARMED. STAY AWAY FROM THE AREA AND INDOORS UNTIL FURTHER WORD IS GIVEN
Peter sighed as he took the goodies.

"Well, duty calls."

"Alright, well you do what you gotta do. Just come back in one piece."

Mary said with a smile. Now with his mask over his face, Peter smiled and stayed as he was, looking into the eyes of the actress. She brushed back her hair and gave a small laugh.

"What?"

"Damn, I'm one lucky son of a..."

he began, but almost as it was to censor him, she raised up his red mask to his nose, placing yet another kiss to the wallcralwer. After what felt an eternity, the two released from the kiss and looked back at one another.

"Go get 'em, Tiger."

With a nod and grin, Peter pulled back down his mask and flipped up and back. He gave a small hell of joy as he shot a line of webbing to a building ledge, pulling up to swing towards yet another crime, leaving a smiling Mary Jane to watch as the man he loved do as he has done for so long, and couldn't help but smile.