A Normal Day In New York

She woke up again. Like always. It had been so boring moving off to New York. College was a mess. She had bunked so many classes, due to her superhero identity, that she was on the edge of being expelled. Only her outstanding marks in the exams were saving her.

Nevertheless, she woke up and checked her mobile. There was a missed call from Peter.

She called him back as she walked to the bathroom. She put the phone on speaker and started undressing for a shower, without even locking the door. She was all alone nevertheless.

The call was picked.

"Hey Kamala! All well?"

"Yeah. Just a tad bit tired. You called me?"

"Yeah, there was a Bank heist in northern New York, so I thought calling you."

"Oh sorry I was-"

"Nevermind. I caught the culprits, they're behind bars now."

"Oh great. Thanks Peter."

"Ahh and today's your day off from college, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's Saturday."

"Wow! Mind if I come over and we go on patrolling around together?"

"Yeah. Sure. Good idea."

"Great! I'll be there in half an hour."

"Alright."

The phone switched off. She turned on the shower. She sighed.

Life had become so boring.

Peter was the only fun part of it. Her best friend. Peter Parker. Spider-Man.

She got out of shower, wrapping a towel around her waist. She and Peter had instantly become friends after her arrival in New York. There were very close now. Helping and working with each other.

She put on a bra and wrapped her towel lower, beneath her belly. She looked in the mirror and flexed her muscles to herself. She smiled. Sadly.

Soon, Peter was home as the bell dinged.

She opened the door.

He had a pizza in his hands, with two cups of cola. "Whoa ma'am. Try being a little clothed." He entered. She chuckled.

He had seen her naked many times. So many times that it was normal. The first time, her towel had accidentally slipped while she had a tray in her hand. Back then, she had been completely naked. Not even a bra. And then they became closer.

They weren't a sexual couple. Neither a couple at all. Just two close friends. Not having any barrage for each other's nudity.

Peter put the pizza on the table. "Sorry I couldn't help but eat a slice on my way here."

She smiled. "Nevermind."

They sat for the late breakfast. Having a banter. Talking about villains. Soon, it was ten in the morning.

"Gotta go, ain't we?"

"Yup," Kamala stood up and walked to her room. So did Peter.

She slipped off her towel. Revealing it all. Her clean-shaved pussy and her medium sized butt.

"Man!" Peter exclaimed, "does anybody know I frequently visit you?"

She turned around, quizzical. "Nah."

"Great. Or else there'd be a hundred goofs jealous of my privileges!"

The two laughed.

Peter undressed too, until he was in an underwear. The two put on their suits. Kamala didn't like wearing a panty under the suit. Meanwhile, Peter had ****.

Soon, Kamala and Peter were Ms. Marvel and Spider-Man as they walked to the window and hopped out.