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I do not own any character herein depicted, Spider-man and all related characters are property of Marvel/Disney.

This fan-fiction is written by SmoothlyDiF and carries DeviantArt's and/or 's usual Creative Commons license.

This story has a mature rating due to sexual content, use of the naughty swears and peculiar violence unsuitable for minors.

Personal note: this may not be everybody's cup of tea and I apologise in advance if the structure reads confusingly, but it's something I've wanted to write for some time now and hopefully you will get something out of it, feedback as always is greatly appreciated.

SmoothlyDiF

Chapter 3

Mary-Jane Watson groaned as she brushed down her outfit, she'd been told it went well with her hair when she got it, but it still failed to appeal. She sighed and shrugged, "It'll do..." she admitted, considering the alternatives. Mary always enjoyed going out to eat and meeting Sandy was another reason for excitement, they never got to talk enough for MJ's liking.

She shook her hair out as her mind tattled along without purpose, resting on her favourite TV shows, what she would eat and finally on more of her past. "Gah... I'm getting nostalgic today!" MJ smiled, "That's not all bad though, I suppose..." at least, she admitted, she could look back unlike "Jenny Francis, heh... Toledo's a sparser place without you..." She found humour still in what she thought were halcyon days perfecting her attention-seeking, bullying art in Ohio.

It had been another turning point, another memorable moment and one that had brought out feelings in her quite aside from what she was 'supposed to feel'. Watching the news report that evening in the small, usually quiet town at first shocked her when she heard the name announced.

"Mary? Do you know her?" Her mom had asked, unanswered until a wry, satisfied smirk drew over her face, surprising her parent. "A-Are you-?"

"Yeah I know her..." MJ had replied, watching intently, "Bet the fat bitch dented the pavement too, haha!" She'd seen the twitch of a response to her words out of the corner of her eye.

"Mary! That's horrible! How could you say that about that poor girl!?" MJ threw down her fork onto her sofa table and pushed it out of the way, standing to make her leave with a big smile still on her face as she'd taken out her phone.

"Like you care!" She'd retorted as she left the 'family' dinner, "Go back to your whiskey why don't you?" Utterly unafraid of parental repercussions – she'd get them anyway so she'd given up holding back. By the time her mom had reacted, MJ'd already hurried out the front door, chuckling as she texted her friends.

Walking down the garden path, she had turned to see her mother storm out and shout angry remarks her way, a flipped bird her only response to her mortified parent. MJ imagined now what her mom must have thought back then; what she must have muttered under her breath and whined as she cried into her liquor hours later.

She knew some of it of course, because she'd heard it later that night as it was flung her way along with an empty whiskey bottle during another of the old bag's psychotic, drunken rages. Still it always amused her thinking what retribution she had taken in moments like that on her would-be-abusive parent.

Thinking back, MJ recalled her friends hadn't been nearly as happy as she thought they should have been by the news of their victim's suicide, but she was never one to be swayed by popular opinion; hell she decided it around here! She realised she really had her mom and dad to thank for that too: mom for her hopeless, blathered attempts at physical abuse and dad for his bitter, cruel words every time he bothered to acknowledge her existence.

They'd made her strong while trying to tame and destroy her, given her resilience and the ability to defend herself (and attack others when the mood took her.) She hadn't ever even felt like she was taking her rage out on people, she was just... sharing what she knew, spreading the love as she claimed. Shame her school principal didn't see it that way when Jenny's suicide note came to light.

"All in the past." Mary-Jane thought aloud as she stood up from the mirror, stretching out as her attention turned back to dinner, the sound of footsteps approaching down the hall drawing her attention. "Here we go!" She rubber her hands together excitedly.

She stepped forwards as the door slid open, the woman she'd been waiting for stepping inside, "Ready, Mary?" Asked the tall figure MJ felt some degree of begrudging respect for.

"Let's eat!" She exclaimed and followed the strong figure out of the door.

Spider-Man snapped to on a rooftop, gazing left and right at the city below his flexible perch, "Wh-!?" He asked, aware he'd been out of it for a while, "Oh yeah-" He recalled it all very clearly, "I arrested Rhino... right! Hopefully that's my supervillain quota for the d-" *deedle-deee, deee-deee.* went his mobile, a miraculously opening pocket in his suit where there hadn't previously been one presenting his cell to him on command. He gazed at the caller I.D. For half a second.

"Oh-" He answered it, "Hi, Aunt May-" then listened to a few mumbled words, "Ahuh... yeah... ok, I'll come over and see you." intently trying to shut out the noise of the New York streets he listened on, "No, I'm not doing anything. I'll be right over. OK, bye-"

He had to but press it to his hip for the new suit to swallow it; he'd come to ignore that even happened, that it wasn't usually like that and yet when he formed the suit into his civilian clothes he made some automatic adjustment and used his pockets properly. The black suit had numbed him to the wonders it was capable of: he didn't realise he wasn't realising, even the art of transforming it into some other outfit barely registered anymore, despite that being a newer phenomena.

Taking his usual thrill in tarzan-ing through the city, Peter made a bee-line for his other home with a kind of numbness of thought he found blissful right now. Nothing invaded his headspace, just the excitement of adrenal release clouding his attention, a rare gift he took less for granted than his suit's more mundane abilities.

Out of town, Mary-Jane was just sitting down to eat, the buffet quite appetising tonight. She'd spied her usual table-mate picking a place over near the back wall and attracted her attention as she approached. "Ah, MJ! Have you met Lori? Associate of mine." Sandy nodded across her end of the table towards a thin, young looking girl with (and Mary-Jane spotted it straight off the bat) a bucktoothed grin.

"Hi-" She simply said and sat next to her, facing over towards her established friend.

"Hey-ya!" The rabbit-like girl exclaimed welcomingly, "Sandra says you've led an interesting life..." She continued.

"Does she? Guess that's kinda true." She raised an eyebrow and tucked into a pile of food.

"Subtle, Lori, nice one..." The other woman said disparagingly.

"Whaaat? I'm just makin' conversation over here!" She continued in a thick local accent.

"Yeah well don't, alright?" The other woman huffed, "Anyway, MJ..." Sandra waited for her to raise an eyebrow and look up. "You said you've been around New York a few years now... You-know-who only lasted a month or so... so? Girl like you must have 'em eating outta your hands?"

Mary cocked her head a little, "Oh I've had a few here and there."

"Such as? Such as?" MJ chuckled in response to the intent questioning.

"There was this one guy in High School, Flash..." She said with a mix of longing and disgust that the others seemed to pick up on.

"Ohh, he was a one a' thooose, huh?" Lori said in her almost annoyingly coarse voice.

"Well, kinda... Not my thing to admit guilt, but..."

"Do go on, your stories always entertain me, kiddo-" Sandra smiled with intrigue.

"Well... I guess it was when I was with Flash that I learned I can be my own worst enemy at times."

Peter stepped out of the shadows and straightened out his jacket with a flourish, approaching the road across from his Aunt's house. The place had always had that homey feel about it, he knew he'd always feel that way, but he'd always remember what else happened there. He shivered as this came then passed, tangibly real though it was this time.

As he crossed over, he picked out a semi-hunched, lolling figure in the porch of the house next door, a small orange glow growing then fading in front of the slender figure's face. They made eye-contact as Peter approached, "Gayle?" He asked, she nervously stepping off the front step and revealing a bit more of her face.

"-Peter, right?" Mary Jane's sister asked softly, the connection with her sibling made by the attentive, nostalgic thing in his head, that part of it that had been obsessing this evening clinging feverishly onto it.

"Yeah, how you doing? Haven't seen you in... I dunno, ages!" He enthused.

"Yeah." She simply replied, barely moving any further forwards. He'd almost forgotten how different the rest of MJ's family were... to her and one-another... and in general!

"So whatcha doing now? College? Work?" He pressed, keeping his attention and demeanour up.

"Working." She sheepishly said without flourish or elaboration. It wasn't Peter's shtick to pry into people's business, but he knew the kinds of things that had gone on and still did in that household so he could sympathise with the elder Watson's personality. She'd always been an introspective wall-flower when he'd known her through Mary-Jane; of course she'd been too old for school by then, but he wondered how she'd made it through at all.

"Anyway, nice talking to you..." He walked on, no response, "Gotta... uh..." he pointed awkwardly at the Parker house and turned to continue that way, breathing "Yah!" to himself. As he approached, he heard his Aunt's TV blaring as it always was - she hard of hearing now as he well knew - it made sitting down with her to watch her favourite quiz-shows a bit of an uncomfortably deafening experience.

"Aunt May!?" He called as he entered, '-after the fight with Spider-Man, pronounced dead at the sce-' The television cut off at that moment, he leaning his head around the corner into the living room.

"Peter!" She seemed delighted to see him, climbing out of her arm-chair. "I'm happy to see you!" He simply smiled. "You must be so busy these days." She approached and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Yeah... Yeah, I am that!" He smiled, she needn't know what was keeping him busy, just like she needn't know the memories this room was recounting for him, memories both sweet and sour at once, memories with a flame-mane and the passions first enjoyed and endured here.

"Sit down, Peter, I'll get you some cocoa!" She had seemed hellbent on bringing him cocoa since the instance he'd already recounted.

"No, that's-" he began, but felt his memories holding and quickening as he stepped further into the room, "Actually yeah, thanks Aunt May!" He smiled with glazed eyes.

"Peter, you look starved!" She then pointed out, "I've got a pizza in the fridge, I'll put it on for you!"

"N-" He raised his hand, but she was gone, always pleasantly committed to making sure he was well looked after.

Peter meanwhile felt his head spinning again, memories flickering like ghosts trying to enter the real world until he could hardly ignore them, slumping onto the couch. He winced as the headache grew again, but this time brought a sudden fatigue with it as he reclined into the very comfortable sofa.

"So who cares if I tried to kill the bitch, he belonged to me!" MJ extoled with some gesticulation to the women listening around the table, Sandy just nodding with a smirk.

"But wait, sounds like you just told the guy you owned him then went psycho when someone else came sniffing, I don't blame this Flash for being like that..." Lori piped up, dumbfounded expressions pointed her way by the two of similar psychology.

"Who the fuck are you again?" Mary-Jane asked without pausing to think. Lori's response was livid to say the least.

"Ya what!?" She demanded and tried to lunge for her in some twigged psychotic rage, restrained by a divider in the table and then grabbed by the more powerful Sandra who sneered at her.

"Don't!" She demanded, MJ instinctively shying away but sitting back up to polish off her plate. "Guess we're done here, but I wanna hear more about what you and 'Flash' got up to... Got time to hit the gym to burn this off, May-Jay?"

For her part, the younger red-head wiped the last dregs of food from her lips and nodded with an "Mmm." and a nod.

"See ya there then babe, let's go Lori!" Mary watched them stand up and leave at the other end of the table, sitting back and exhaling heavily as she recalled what she and Flash had done... or rather what she'd done to Flash; she smiled to herself at that thought, he had been a fun play partner... for a little while.

She raised a hand and tapped a knuckle on the table's divider, subtly thanking it for getting in the way of the opinionated woman's attempted assault. With a struggle and a groan, she lifted herself up to head out.

"Mm! NNNUH!" Peter mummbled and groaned as he recoiled from MJ's nails, scratching up his back as she leant over his bound body, breathing softly into his ear. He puffed heavily for a second or so as she stopped digging them in, the cold blunt points trickling back down. It felt so real the question of weather it was dream or relived reality lost itself somewhere in there.

"Hurts?" Mary-Jane whispered, "Then ask me to stop!" She leant back and around the back of his head to over his other shoulder, her head fitting nicely in the gap to his raised and bound arm, "All you have to do is say it!"

"GAH!" The Parker lad exclaimed as the nails dug back in, snatching his glutes as if to tear them from his body! "AH-AH-NNN!" He whinged as she wound them around like handles, gritting her teeth in his ear as she did.

"'I piss my pants like a little boy!' That's all you have to shout and it stops!" She let go and chuckled. MJ let him breathe as she walked around the supporting (if somewhat ornate) pillar, a wonderful addition to a house she had to admit. "Or maybe you're enoying it after all?" Her hand stroked up his naked body teasingly and turned his head by the jaw so she could sensually kiss him, her tongue flicking off his top-lip as she finished, staring persuasively into his eyes.

"Maybe you're not enjoying it enough?" Peter cheekily retorted, MJ smiling, her hands hovering around his torso. She nodded a little and bit her lip, looking down.

She struck, snatching nipples in vice-like fingers and pulling him up against the post by the dual joysticks, she up in his face, "I fucking love it when you get bratty!" She crisply chastised, "Tempt me some more! Please!" She parted the sensitive points until he really began to whinge.

"Ahh! AH! nn-GAH!" He let out as she released when his pain spiked. With her ever more sensual technique in movement, one hand slid up and the other down, she pushing his head back, fingers all over his throat as the digits of the other hand reached for his manhood and under, touching sensitive areas as she cupped his testes then wound his shaft a little as though she were using it for some wrist flexing exercise.

"Hmm-" She said, clenching his throat as if to strangle him, "glad this isn't my family's carpet..." she pulled his head down as she lifted fingers covered in a little pre-cum, "-I'd hate to explain where this came from. Open your mouth!" She ordered and he did, she wiping her fingers on his tongue. "Trust me, I'm doing you a favour!" She promised, letting go of him.

MJ leant against the pillar in a slouch and stared at him. Peter, despite not being entirely onboard with this was once more transfixed in her eyes, he'd do anything for her he knew, all she had to do was ask... or order, as she'd taken that to mean.

He had been suckered into this he felt, he'd never said he was willing and she'd never asked, but like some slowly building plan, she'd been building it all up to this, to tonight and it was sure a new experience for him if nothing else.

"Alright..." MJ said at length, "Your folks'll be home in an hour, let's get you down, maybe have a bite to eat and then... pop it!" She smiled with a shrug.

"P- you mean?" She smiled.

"Sure do, you've been a good boy. You deserve a reward... and so do I!" She bit her lip excitedly as she reached up for the bindings.

Peter sat up with a start, realising he'd been asleep as he looked around and shifted uncomfortably in realisation of the raging monster in the southern polarity of his (clothing-formed) black suit. He tried all too late to conceal what he knew must have been sticking out like piss in a perfumery and cleared his throat as he blinked awkwardly, spying his Aunt looking over at him.

"Oh, dear you must be tired..." Peter stretched and nodded with a groan, spotting a cup of chocolate laid out by his aunt and a pizza geting colder by the minute.

"I'm sorry Aunt May, I've got a lot of things going on right now, it's..." He sighed, "-complicated, but worthwhile. That's all I can say." the Parker lad finished with a cheeky smirk.

"I'm sure it is, Peter! If you're giving it this much effort it can only be worthwhile, you're... such a good boy!" May smiled in the same sweet way Aunts and Grans do to younger generations they're proud of. "Eat up, your room upstairs is ready if you want to stay." She said with something between an order and hope.

"I... I might, I have to get some things anyway." He shrugged.

"Alright, but I don't want you doing too much, you're only human remember!" This brought a smile to his face.

"Yeah..." A certain confidence he usually hid surfaced, a condifence in knowing he wasn't, but a fair bit more besides. "-only human!"

Mary-Jane never failed to be amazed by the things some people were capable of; in a world where super-powers are rare but far from unheard of, to see a woman pulling off twelve 500 kilo deadlifts is an always impressive sight, despite seeing Sandra do it day after day as if it weren't even a huge effort.

"A lot of anger in here today, you feel it?" She asked as she dropped the bar and exhaled heavily. "Anyway... Flash! Aa-aaaa!" She recited the song on a whim. "Heh... Did he suggest it... or you?" She chuckled to herself, MJ smiling as she recounted.

"Difficult to say... Suppose I should thank the guy really, he didn't so much unleash my inner beast as... help me realise she belongs in the bedroom too." MJ smiled warmly, "Started out nice and gentle..." She lilted for her own enjoyment, "Turned out cowgirl was a thing and I never knew... Poor, poor naive me..." She sighed.

"Ahuh..." Sandra spotted Mary-Jane as she took to the bench, "But I don't wanna hear the kiddy stuff, when did you start braying the shitout of him!?" MJ focused on the relatively non-existent weight to her training partner before continuing.

"About- three weeks- uh- in." She strained. "Weak- bastard had- some pretty- hnn!- hard limits! UGH!" She forced one last rep then fell flat.

"Shame. Could be worse though, right? Find a guy you can smack about: happy days!" MJ glanced up at her.

"Not quite." She was breathing fairly hard, "Like I said, turns out being the superstar jock he was, he didn't take all that kindly to the rough stuff, not that I gave a shit. As far as I cared I could break him all I wanted, I wasn't gonna be there long. My family and I would move on and I wouldn't have to care what happened to him long-term. Didn't work out that way..." Sandra clicked her neck as she listened.

"You ended up staying, right? Dad found himself in his perfect job and you were stuck? Second set!" She lifted the bar above an already quite tired MJ.

"Gonna take it easy this evening..."

"Oh right, you're going soon. Reason for excitement, but reason also to look good on the road!" Sandra demanded, MJ grudgingly taking the bar. "Anyway, Flash-"

"Decided I was- a psycho bitch- after I- caught him- chatting up- that bitch- Pam! Uh- gguh- NNGUH!"

"And you're done-" Sandra took the weight. "Pam, huh? She's the one he thought you were trying to kill?"

"Gaaah! Hhyeah!" Mary-Jane exhaled heavily.

"I'm guessing hard times followed if you settled for Parker... pre-spider bite that is." MJ scowled though Sandra didn't see it, a protective urge rising in her gut as she sat up.

"You..." MJ challenged, the other woman seeing it at last.

"Oh god no! Nonono, I hate that asshole!" Sandra turned away, to MJ that wasn't a much better answer. She and Peter may have been a thing when it all came crashing down and she may have abused him for her every whim, but she still had feelings there: he was her belonging and everyone should know it! Hers to abuse and love as she saw fit; as much as she respected the super-powered woman, the thought of her manhandling him made her bitterly envious. Besides which if she found out he'd let himself fall prey to another woman in her absence, she might have to drop a battleship on him!

"Heh, you might think I can't see you staring daggers into me-" Sandra said with her back to her, turning to show her left eye glowing unnaturally, MJ couldn't quite tell if the sun in someone's eye could do that "But I can feel every facet of your envy. You'd be wise not to say something you might regret!" She cracked her neck as she swayed it from side to side, "We have a good relationship, I'd hate to have it... go sour."

MJ watched the glowing eye go out as the taller, older woman walked away. "Anyway hun, been nice talking to you..." Mary-Jane began following, "Catch up for one last game before you go?"

"...Yeah. Sure..." She replied at length, clearing her head as she was left to her own devices. There was still so much to think about before she decided what to do when she arrived back in the Big Apple.