Poor Peter

Despite her telling him not to, he followed her. As Spider-Man swung through the city, he couldn't help but feel that something was off. MJ was acting wildly out of character. Maybe she's been replaced by a clone? Brainwashing? He wasn't sure. But he had to find out.

Or so he thought. Perhaps it would have been better if she was a clone. But he knew that the woman he saw through the window was her. The woman with her tits out for one of his biggest enemies. The woman professing her love for said enemy. He couldn't watch anymore. Crying out tearfully, he webbed away.

Fisk had been aware of the audience from the moment the webhead landed by the building. It was the final coup de gras that would break him and break him it did. He watched Peter's reaction, cumming on MJ's voluptuous tits the minute Spider-Man landed. She was his. He'd won.