"I'm home!" Peter called as he stepped into the living room, closing the door behind him. He gently shrugged off his lab coat, and laid his briefcase on the center table. It had been an exhausting day at Horizon today, and all he wanted to do was relax with his loved ones, and maybe watch a movie.
"Welcome back, honey!" he heard from the kitchen. He strode past the sofa and saw what he had longed for all day. His wife of three years had only grown more beautiful since he had first met her. Mary Jane and he were star crossed lovers, soulmates, whatever term you wanted to use. She was clad in nothing more than a tank top and a pair of jeans, but he had never thought she looked better, especially with the swelling of her stomach. She was six months pregnant, and she certainly had the glow about her.
Peter sighed, before reaching for her and planting a kiss right on her lips. She yelped in surprise, but did nothing to resist the display of love. A cough broke them out of their stupor, and made them both turn around to the dining room. There, silhouetted in the entrance, was a beautiful blonde. She wore a black headband to prevent her long curls from falling in front of her face, and her blue eyes shone in impish delight.
"Is she the only one that gets a kiss?" Gwen Stacy asked coyly. Peter shook his head in exasperation, while MJ just pouted at the interruption, but both grabbed the blonde by the arms and pulled her towards them. Peter kissed her on her mouth, while MJ's lips attacked her neck and shoulders. Peter and Gwen's tongues battled for space as they seemingly devoured each other's faces, but Gwen slowly lost out under the dual assault of the brown haired man and red haired woman. MJ's hands wandered down her body, sliding a slender palm over the soft curves of her waist, and finally resting them on Gwen's toned behind.
Just as things were about to turn even more intimate, the crackling of a police radio broke them out of their stupor. Both ladies sighed in annoyance at the disturbance of their activities, while Peter groaned in defeat. He was looking forward to having a nice evening with his three wives, but it seemed that crime stopped for no man.
He quickly departed to his room, where he opened his case and revealed the bright red and blue suit he had been wearing for more than ten years now. Rapidly sliding on his gloves and mask, he turned to MJ and Gwen, who were watching him silently.
"Felicia?" he asked.
"She's already out there," MJ answered.
"Alright," he nodded, preparing to jump out of the window.
"Be back soon, tiger," MJ called, before grabbing Gwen and kissing her right in front of him.
Peter stared back in shock, almost whimpering, before shaking his head and turning away.
"That's never getting out of my head," Peter muttered as he leaped out of the apartment and propelled a web at a nearby building, swinging away. His mask showed that Felicia was currently at the other end of the city to where he needed to be, so this was his alone.
As he landed lightly on a streetlight in the middle of the street, he surveyed the damage around him. The entire street had been torn up, and he made out the gargantuan form of the Juggernaut flattening cars and ripping up the ground. He made out the small girl on the other side of the street, cowering as the massive shadow of the villain engulfed her.
Cain Marko raised a giant fist to crush her, when a web attached itself to his back, and yanked him off his feet. Quick as a flash, Spider-Man grabbed the girl in his arms before zipping away to the nearest undamaged street corner.
"Run!" he told her urgently, but his eyes widened when his Spider-Sense went crazy. He grabbed her and leaped just in time to avoid a raging Juggernaut charging at them. Leaving her on the ground, he resolved to distract the villain in order to give the girl time to run away.
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FanfictionPeter Parker, the Amazing Spider-Man, has passed away. Left in the wake of this are his three wives, all of whom are grieving. But deep inside their hearts, grow the flames of vengeance, for both the villains who killed him, and the heroes who stood...