An Amphitheater

The door automatically closed as the couple ran into the building which they were fine with. Felicia and Peter stood inside the dome breathing heavily after sprinting so far with big dumb smiles on their faces. For the first time since they landed in the park butt naked they had found a place where they weren't out in the open and within the safety and privacy of the dome the pair was free to ravage each other to their hearts content. Maybe then they could get their minds cleared up again. Unfortunately, they didn’t get the chance.

The first hiccup the couple ran into was when they realized the dome they were hiding in wasn't actually dome, it was actually an outdoor amphitheater. From the bench they had been hiding behind Peter and Felicia were only able to see the building part. Totally unaware that other half of it was just empty space and that it was connected to a large open venue, one surrounded by barricades, filled with rows and rows of folding chairs, and worst of all seating hundreds of people! Apparently, a concert had been scheduled tonight by a local orchestra. They had yet to take the stage, but their instruments were already set up.

Shortly after our naked heroes realized where they were, but before they even had a chance to gasp in suprise, the stagelights lit up the theater. Pete and Felcia shielded there eyes from the blinding light, something they were later realize shouldn't have been their first priority. For when their eyes finally adjusted and they could see again the naked lovers realized the entire crowd was staring at them. A silence overcame the theater with neither the crowd nor our heroes knowing how to react.

"Holy Hell," an unknown female audience member cried out cutting through the silence, "That dude's hard as hell!"

"GAHHHHH," Peter and Felicia screamed desperately trying to cover their shame as the crowd started erupting into a cacophony of cheers, jeers, laughter, wolf whistles, threats, and everything in between. Our heroes were mortified their faces turning redder then ever before. They though that streaking through Central Park and being spotted by a few joggers was the most humiliating thing that could happen to them that night. But they were wrong. So SO wrong.

**** for some small sliver of modesty, even after their entire bodies had already been displayed in lights, Peter and Felicia grabbed some of the nearby musical instruments for cover. Peter grabbed a snare drum that was just wide enough to cover his erect penis. Meanwhile Felicia found some cymbals that could cover both her breasts and vag. And so the couple stood in stage, with minimal cover, wincing in embarrassment.

"L-lets get out of here!" Peter exclaimed, his heart feeling like it was going to jump out of his chest.

"Uh-hm," Felicia nodded in a high pitched tone that made it sound like she was about to faint. They spun around to go back out the way they came (illiciting a louder reaction from the crowd as they were now mooning them) however they quickly realized the door was no longer there. Not that it had vanished it was simply camouflaged into the wall with its outline barely visable and no door handle to open it from their side. Peter and Felicia looked at one another and squealed. Without having to exchange words they both knew what would have to be done next.

"It would be really great if Galactus showed up and ate the Earth right about now," The redfaced Peter whispered. Felicia simply nodded seemingly too embarrassed to even speak. With that our naked heroes quickly spun back around, and sprinted off stage into the crowd. Hands holding on to their musical instrument cover for dear life.

"Oh hell yeah!"

"Is this part of the show?"

"Oh baby."

"Deviants!"

"Drop the cymbals, we already saw it all."

"Let those girls bounce."

"The dick too!"

"At least there asses aren't covered."

Through a sea of screams and cheers the couple ran paying no mind to where they were going. The only thought the red faced pair had was getting away from this crowd. As they ran Felicia noticed a sign hung on a lamppost indicating that cell phone were banned during the event so the heroic streakers were at least spared from having to worry about their bare bodies and unmasked faces being posted online.

Eventually they made it out of the venue and onto a wide walkway where they stopped for a second. Neither hero was completely sure where they were or wanted to continue streaking aimlessly through the part. They instead stopped and started frantically looking around to get their barings. They positioned themselves back to back or more specifically butt to butt in a **** attempt to keep their asses covered.

"This is the Mall!" Felicia cried finally cermizing their location. "T-this is the opposite of where we should be. My apartment is even farther away now!"

"God that was humiliating." The red faced Peter said, "all those people. They saw everything. And I didn’t even have my mask on!"

"Heh, That's probably for the best. Spiderman's far more recognizable than Peter Parker. If you had your mask on Jonah would put it on the front page."

"This is a nightmare." Peter squealed, "Maybe we should just cut our losses and run for it."

"Run for it? Y-you mean just sprint straight to my apartment. Like this!"

"What choice do we have. Stealth has failed us. Do you really what to take your time with this just so we can get ofled by more pedestrians."

"Hey stealth has not failed us. We can get to my apartment without anyone else seeing us. These setbacks have juat been...abnormalities I can guide us out of here. I'm Black freakin Ca-"

"There they are!" A voice rang out. Felicia and Peter turned to see that several people from the venue had followed them some were fans wanting to catch another glimpse at the streakers who had made their boring night something to remember. However most were far less amused. "Stay right there you perverts. The cops are on their way. Thankfully they are bringing you some nice orange clothes to wear."

After a pause Peter and Felicia turned their heads to look at one another both still grasping their musical cover. Pete could see in Felicia's eyes that she was also ready to give up on stealth.

"Race ya," She said before running off with Peter quickly following behind.