Spider still searching for it's fly

Peter walked from the woods downcast. He hadn’t been able to find MJ after he had been left in the tent by Black Cat. Not only had MJ been pissed at him this morning for apparently having some fantastic but violent sex with her, but he was positive she had caught him kissing the Black Cat. She may have also seen the two rescued girls kissing him. At least for those two it would look like they were kissing Spiderman. If she had seen him with Black Cat, it meant she had seen him, Peter Parker. If that was the case she would be pissed.

Still he hadn’t found her. It was like she had disappeared. He hadn’t chased after her first thing as he had to tie up the thugs and make sure the two women had made it to the police safely. What was a friendly neighborhood spider to do?

By the time he had made it back to the woods it was hours later. With the speed MJ rode he was surprised when she wasn’t already back at the cabin. He had checked there first and was also a bit disconcerted when he found a bike laying on the grass near the edge of the woods later. It didn’t appear to be anything but an abandoned bike. The only sign of any **** near it was a broken branch which could have come from anywhere.

Looking up from the scene Peter saw the familiar figure of the skinny little fucker: Katzenberg’s nephew.

“Hey, umm, Craig wait up. You seen MJ recently?” Peter asked.

Craig was raving to himself when he heard Peter’s question. Looking up from the ground the skinny kid was a bit put off running into MJ’s husband, and still pissed at MJ. “Yeah, heard her cumming like crazy early this morning, she sounded like a banshee with how loud she was screaming. She must really love the person who was fucking her.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Peter said with a bit of embarrassment, remembering checking the cabin when he woke up and assuming Craig had left because of the fucking MJ told him about, “I thought you were already gone when we went at it.”

Craig froze at the comment, a feral look coming over his face as he turned and stalked away from the put-off husband, as he muttered, “That bitch.”

Peter decided to wait in the cabin for MJ when he saw Felicia Hardy walking by Katzenberg’s cabin window.

“Hey Felicia, have you seen MJ. We got in a bit of an argument and I want to find her and apologize.” Peter said to his friend.

Felicia looked a bit shocked at first before she ran over to Peter and whispered, “Hey Petey, I have seen MJ recently, she did look a bit pissed off for a second. After a short talk we found came to a mutual understanding and had some girl talk. She said, she saw you kissing another woman and going into a tent with the other woman. I’d give her some space to blow off some steam or she may just get some ****.”

Peter could smell the sex on Felicia's breathe and reeled back with the thought ‘good job Flash’ before he furrowed his brow at the smokeshows words. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Any chance you want to get some lunch?”

“Sorry, Petey, but I have to meet have a talk with someone,” Felicia said as she waved her phone at Peter and strutted away. “Flash should be around somewhere. Poor boy drank too much last night and has been passed out all morning.”

‘I guess not a good job Flash, not like the two are steady even,’ reflected Peter as he shook his head and turned to walk to the resort’s restaurant.