He starts to pray

“Uh, hey, not that I don’t enjoy all this attention, ladies, but all of you know I’m married right?” asked Spider-Man in hopes of cooling the women down a bit.

“Oh, we know,” said Jean. “If you want, you can call her and ask her to meet us at the mansion.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” said Spider-Man with an audible gulp.

“Are you sure? I would think she’d like to know you’re being taken care of,” said Storm.

“Taken care of?” squeaked Spider-Man.

“Yes. Juggernaut hit you rather hard, and we need to make sure nothing is broken,” said Jean.

“I think we can start the examination as soon as we’re on the plane,” said Marrow as she ground her crotch against Spider-Man’s.

“Hold it right there! we aren’t going anywhere until someone gives me a good reason why you three are acting like you’re in heat,” growled Wolverine as he popped his claws.

Spider-Man once again gulped at the way the five foot tall Canadian stared at him, a sight only slightly less terrifying as he imagined how his wife would look if she found out what the three mutants wanted to do to him.