Stewing

Peter sat in his cell reflecting on the past week and could only sigh with regret. He had been filled with anger and rage, but he knew now he had only one shot at getting MJ back and it meant gifting her to someone he was extremely hesitant to give her to, someone he was a bit fearful of begging. It wasn't the fear of ****. It was the humiliation of it. Still, as the images of Nick Katzenberg ravaging his wife while Craig and he watched from the window flashed through his mind, he grew firmer. However, that wasn't what solidified his plan. No, the images of MJ willingly sucking the Kingpin was what did it for Peter. He had raged in his cell for a full twenty four hours when he had seen that. The image itself was pretty tame.

It was a picture of the Kingpin sitting at his desk. He was on the phone, one hand on his computer mouse. Peter hadn't understood the implication at first. Then he saw it. MJ's red hair popping up from the Kingpin's lap, the top of the ponytail of her signature red mane just sticking up a few inches from behind the desk. The second thing he noticed were the one of a kind shoes MJ had gotten as a model, sitting next to the Kingpin's desk. The shoes had been a gift from the company with the promise they would be exclusive to her. Then he looked closely and he swore he could see a pair of hands and legs under the desk. MJ's ass was covered by a semi-partition under the desk, but there was enough light to show the woman with the red hair on her hands and knees. Really it only showed her hands and part of her forearms, and the soles of her feet and a bit of her calves. It was enough. They didn't stand out and if you weren't looking for it, it would appear as if it was an odd reflection, or trick of the light, but Peter knew better. Sure the feet didn't mean much to Peter; in fact they could be anyone's feet. The hands though. Well not the hands, but the rings on the left hand. Peter knew them too well.

The thing that pissed Peter off the most was that the image wasn't delivered to him. No, it had been handed by the chief of police, to every single person in the jail. It was the Kingpin's fucking campaign mailing. The fat fuck was going to be running for city mayor, and he had used a time when Mary Jane Watson, Peter's wife was fucking blowing him to take the photo. One of the support captions on the mailing grated at Peter.

"I take off my hat and am in full support of Mr. Fisks goals for the city. I would give [my] head for him. He is a man who knows [what's] going down." - model and activist Mary Jane Watson.

"He always has his thoughts on the minds of the people. Everyone at the Daily Bugle stands behind him." J. Jonna Jameson

"Working for the underserved, reaching the deepest depths of the gaping holes in our community like I wish I could." Tony Stark

Peter didn't actually know which was worst. His wife not so subtly talking about blowjobs when her hair and legs and hands were viewable. Or his boss saying everyone at the Daily Bugle supported Fisk. Or his mentor talking about blowjobs and MJ and wishing to do the same. His first reaction was found in the toilet not seconds after he read the pamphlet. His second reaction was rage. He had gotten in multiple fights in the next twenty-four hours with anyone who got close to him. Police, criminals, the innocent.

Now reflecting on it, he was fucked. He knew they would be adding charges soon. Good thing his buddy Matt was coming from Fisk's place soon. Hopefully, something would have been figured out.