Confronting MJ

Peter was pacing back and forth in his apartment. Everywhere he looked was pictures of him and MJ, memories of happier times. And now he was here, stewing on his wife's decision to work with Nick Katzenberg. He didn't even take off his costume, his mask clenched tightly in his hand.

The door lock *clicked* and Mj walked in to see her husband standing in the living room.

"Well.... Did you finally cool down?" she asked him.

Peter looked at her incredulously, "No. Absolutely not."

Mary Jane, her arms crossed in her defensive posture, just looked away from him.

"I need this Peter! I need.... Nick," she said softer.

Her statement was true in several ways. She was getting used to having her career, getting used to being a model again, getting used to Nick's touch.... his caress... his.....

"MJ! The guy is certifiable! He is a fucking creep! And the fact that you can't figure that out...." Peter yelled out loud. "The fact you can't figure that out.... only means that.... something is wrong," He stated as softly as she did.

MJ turned to Peter, tears starting to form on her beautiful eyes, "Yes... Peter... something is wrong..." but before she could finish her statement a quick *THIP* resounded in the tiny apartment.

Mary Jane's eyes went from tearful to fearful as she stared at her husband, his hands pointing to her that had just shot out webbing. She thought it might be a mistake, but Peter confirmed that it was indeed on purpose.

"Something is wrong MJ," as he shot more webs *THWIP* *THWIP* *THWIP* binding her tightly like a criminal. "And we are going to find out what."

Before she could fall to the floor, Peter donned his mask and carried her out the window. He was swinging out into the New York area with her on his shoulder.... a captive wife.

While New York sped by one web swing at a time, MJ 's muffled screams were definitely heard from her husband.

"MMMMFMFMFMM!!!"

"It's for your own good MJ... I promise.... when this is all over.... you'll thank me for this."

She did NOT thank him and was trying to kick and scream her way out of his grasp, obviously not thinking about the massive height she was doing this at.

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Before too long the final destination was reached: A big tower in midtown Manhattan with a great number "4" emblazoned on the top. This was the Baxter building, home of the Fantastic Four, and also home to one of the greatest minds in the universe... Mr. Fantastic.

As Spidey reached the top, swiftly moving towards the door, he was greeted by the entire team. Ben Grim, Sue Storm, Reed Richards, and Johnny Storm. Each one of them shocked beyond belief.

"Peter what's going on? Why's Mary Jane all webbed up?" asked Sue.

MJ was till combative atop of her husband, but being as thoroughly webbed up as she was, could not do anything about it.

"Reed... I need your brain.... I think MJ's has been mind-controlled.... Malice or... something.... She isn't making rational decisions..... I need your help."

Johnny just chuckled, "When does any wife make a rational decision?"

He laughed for a second before a swift *THWIP* hit the air and his mouth was covered in webbing.

"Not the time Johnny," remarked Peter.

This made Ben chuckle a bit to see Johnny frustrated before turning to fire and burning the webbing.

"Yeah yeah yeah... I got you," Johnny said as he scowled at Ben's amusement.

Reed nodded and looked closer at MJ, "Alright Peter.... we'll do our best."

MJ was carried by Reed's stretching arms into the building and off to his lab. Sue had severe reservations as she pulled in close to her husband.

"Reed," she whispered, "... MJ has never had anything like this before.... It might be Peter that's going through something...."

Reed just nodded to her in agreeance, "I know Sue... but if anything, we can confirm his suspicions and let them figure it out afterward.... It's the least we can do for Peter."

Reed turned to MJ. Her eyes meeting his, pleading with him.

"I'm sorry MJ," he said as he stuck a needle into her neck. Within seconds she was out.

Reluctantly, Reed performed test after test on an incapacitated Mary Jane. After a couple of hours Reed stepped out of his lab to a waiting crowd, Mary Jane was awake and close behind him.

"Test results... negative," he said.

Mary Jane was furious. She stepped right in front of her husband's face, her finger poking at his chest over and over again.

"I told you, you son of a bitch! You bound up your wife and dragged her off to see about mind-control?! It couldn't be that I wanted to find some happiness and a career while you're off playing fucking superhero! Right?!"

The Fantastic Four was aghast at the sight of this marital spat. Each one of them was trying not to look or be a part of this spectacle.

"Peter Parker!... I have been with you during some dark, dark times.... But this?!... This takes the fucking cake! While you get to be swinging off.... hanging out with Black Cat, or some other sexy fucking goddess... I have to stay at home and fucking vacuum?! I can't fucking do anything?! Have I ever once said anything about those things?! NO! Not one fucking time! But the one time I get to go out and make a name for myself.... to really fucking shine.... here comes Peter to shut it down!"

Peter was stunned. He couldn't move.

MJ was quite the opposite. She was animated and full of anger.

"Fuck you, Peter. I'm going to stay with a friend for a couple of days. Don't fucking look for me!"

And with that Mary Jane stormed off towards the elevator, her next destination already on her mind.