Peter ended up peeling off his mask before their second round and was slightly tempted to do the same with the top of his costume by the time they were ready to start the third. “This stuff is supposed to be breathable too,” he grumbled, mostly to himself as he pushed himself back to his feet and rubbed one of his new bruises. “I shouldn’t complain, but maybe it’s been too long since I fought someone who’s as strong and as fast as I am. This is the best workout I’ve had in ages.”
Julia just chuckled as she stepped out of the ring and grabbed a towel from a shelf along the wall. She dabbed the sweat from her forehead and pulled open a mini-fridge to draw out a bottle of water. “An here I was thinking that I was getting out of shape.” The red-head pulled a second bottle out. “Water?”
Peter responded by snatching the offered bottle with a strand of webbing. “Thanks.” He gulped down three quick mouthfuls and sighed contently as the cool liquid soothed his throat. His eyes reflexively ran over his sparring partner’s body as he relaxed against the far wall. “I’m not sure you could ever be called out of shape.” Julia made a sharp snort as she struggled to avoid choking on her own drink and Peter felt his cheeks heat up. “Shit, I didn’t… sorry. The sudden improvement in my personal life might have turned my hormones back a decade or so.”
Julia managed to clear her airway and shook her head. “I’ll take it as a compliment. It’s not like I’ve had a lot of dating opportunities recently anyway.”
One of Peter’s eyebrows popped up. “Seriously?”
“Being a government agent does that. Maybe even worse for your love life than being a web slinging super hero.”
That brought a wince from the male hero. “And being both really screws you over,” he added.
“I think I’m done with official teams for a very long time,” Julia agreed. “I barely get enough time with my daughter as is.”
“I am with you there.” Peter stopped as one of Julia’s eyebrows went up. “Uh, the joining teams bit, not the kids bit. I think I’m still good on that for at least a few years.” He took another drink to fill the silence. “So… how is Rachel doing?”
“Just fine. Her grandparents make sure we call at least once a week, but I’d like to actually visit more. Being a prophet doesn’t leave as much free time as you’d probably think though.”
Peter chuckled. “Always have to be ready for when the next spooky vision warns you that Scorpion is going to develop magic powers or something.”
That earned an actual laugh from the woman. “I don’t know if that’s particularly vision worthy. Sounds more like Tuesday to me.”
“Monday,” Peter corrected, a smile on his face. “Tuesday is when the Sinister Six break out of jail and try to kill me again.”
Julia cracked her knuckles as she set her bottle down on top of the fridge. “With a weekly schedule like that, you could use all the practice you can get. Another round?”
Peter spun the top back on to hit water and set it at the corner of the ring. “Tap out again?”
“Ring out is kind of pointless with how either of us fights.” The former Spider-woman absently stretched her arm across her body as she and Peter took up positions across from each other at the sparring ring’s inner circle. “We can do three falls if you prefer.”
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Peter Parker: The Spectacular Spider-Stud
FanfictionPeter knew his luck was terrible, but a dimensional collapse was bad even for him. But maybe an entirely new world with a new start could be just what he needs to get lucky for once in his life. Or get lucky a lot in general.
