Wake Up

After about eight hours you wake up to a room bathed in darkness, with the only light coming from the adjoining kitchenette. You feel like you've slept the sleep of the dead and are amazed by just how tired you really were.

"I guess all that hoping between realities really takes it out of a guy?"

You sit up on your elbows and stare in the direction of the voice. Trying to shake the cobwebs from your eyes, you focus on MJ who is stood at the sink washing up. She has her head slightly turned towards you with a smile of her face.

"I've made some coffee, if you'd want some?" she offers.

Rising from the couch like Dracula from his tomb you walk into the kitchenette and pour yourself a cup, as MJ carries on cleaning up, very quietly.

"I take it that Harley is still asleep?" you ask.

"Oh yes" MJ chuckles "I went in there about five minutes ago and actually yelled in her ear for her to wake up, but she wasn't having any. She's out cold. Listen..."

In the silence of the apartment you can hear Harley snoring like a freight train.

"Nothing is waking that girl" MJ grins, as she places some clean plates on the side.

MJ is still wearing the same outfit as when you first showed up and you can't help but get aroused each time you look at her. She is an absolute stunner. As she stands there, with her hands in soapy water, a thought suddenly crosses your mind.

"So this...Spiderman, was it?" you ask "You and he are..." you leave that part hanging in the air.

"Do you mean to ask me if me and Spiderman are together?" she replies "Well, yes and no, it's really complicated"

"Oh, I bet" you reply, noticing that she seems a little lost in thought "I've only been doing this cape thing for a short while and it confuses the hell out of me" As she goes back to washing up , you push on "But if that is the case then surely you fall under the same rules and regulations as everyone else I've encountered so far?"

"Why, sir" says MJ with mock indignation "Whatever could you possibly mean?"