Many gorgeous beaches line the coasts of Samoa. Peter and Ms. Brant are on honeymoon. Hence, they'd both hate to let this gorgeous climate, and its amenities, go to waste...

So, Ms. Brant takes up surfing. She...takes it up with many of some of the most attractive male tourists out here.

One of them is Brian Hibbs. His six-pack is impressive; home-grown in South Australia. He's got Ms. Brant vexed, as he teaches her surfing.

Ms. Brant is more practical than fluid...but she is about half-fluid. She uses this to subdue herself, while on the surfboard. Alas, her lust for success often becomes her downfall...and the wave capsizes the board, of course.

While out and about, mainly at the marina, Ms. Brant meets a boat mechanic. His name is James Beverley. He's decked his own halls with billfish trophies...and seems to have an obsession with mako sharks.

He's got a tattoo on his arm...from Madripoor.

Ms. Brant approaches him. She catches his eye. They flirt with one another...despite Ms. Brant's marriage to Peter. Soon, nonetheless, they're on the same yacht together...going full-speed. And she's in a black bikini...vexing his gaze.

In Pago Pago, there are shopping malls. A new department store is taking some of these malls by storm...as well as several similar malls in the Big Apple. These stores are run by Kingsley Industries.

Rod Kingsley, a product of the company's controlling family, is also passing time in Samoa. At some point, he and Ms. Brant meet. From there, they have coffee. From there, he takes her shopping...to show her some of his own designs. Alas for Peter, she seems to prefer them...

As the sun gets lower over Samoa's shores, Ms. Brant and a bunch of hot guys play beach volleyball together. Besides her, there's Steve Hudak, Pierre Fresson, Jim Sanders, Antonio Rodriguez, and Brock Rumlow.

Throughout the match, Ms. Brant's bare buttocks do a lot of bouncing...as do her boobs within her bikini top. As much as she's getting to know Steve and Brock, they seem to touch her butt the most. And they don't do much to make it seem like an accident...

From a window, Pete can see this taking place. He sighs, and shakes his head. Without luck, Ms. Brant will crash this honeymoon. It seems there are just too many hot guys in Samoa...and as usual, Pete's not one of them.

Hanging from a pull-up bar, he does pull-ups. He might not have to be Spider-Man in Samoa, but he'll still have to get back to work, once he gets back to Queens. IF he gets back to Queens... God, Peter sure hopes Ms. Fujikawa hasn't given him away...

One of his Spidey telecoms rings. Pete answers it via voice-command.

It's Mariko Yashida, one of the richest women in Japan. She's the new CEO of Yashida Corp. She and Logan Howlett have a romantic history together. She once left her betrothed fiancé, a mutant by the name of Keniuchio Harada, for Howlett.

For many months now, Reed Richards's two kids, Franklin and Valeria, have been trying to get both Peter and Logan to join a new team they're trying to assemble. Peter thinks it sounds great; Logan not so much. Right now, the working idea they have for the team is "New Fantastic Four." Peter's...not sure how he feels about it. He's revered the original Fantastic Four for most of his life. He'd feel like he'd be insulting it, by helping replace it...even if two Richardses would be his teammates.

Pete and Logan have also been New Avengers. Indeed, they're unlikely friends...

Either way, Ms. Yashida's also considering buying one of Pete's inventions. She's got several subordinates that'd like to make some improvements on it, before stamping it with a Yashida Corp label.

They don't talk much about Wolverine. But then, from what Pete's heard, Logan and Ms. Yashida haven't exactly had the best of romances, over the years. But at least, Peter thinks, she's been a steadier match for Logan than Jean Grey has, for sure.

Again, they set up a time to talk about merging Yashida's creativity with Peter's. Once that's done, KAREN, Pete's AI, disconnects the call.

After that, all of the lights go out in the room...and in the unit. Confused, Pete lets himself down, and looks out a window. Funny; the electricity only seems to be out in this particular unit...

"Sorry to bother you on your honeymoon, Peter," a feminine voice terrifies Peter, from behind him. "But it turns out that Fujikawa and Yashida aren't the only Japanese women who need your help developing your tech."

Peter turns, and looks straight into the DD-loaded chest of Tina Minoru, CEO of Wittman Industries. She's the mother of Sister Grimm, one of the Runaways. She's also a dark witch, and a member of Pride. For many years, she made sacrifices to an alien race of titans called the Gibborim. Since then, though, Dr. Strange has revealed the Gibborim to be nothing more than scammers. Either way, Peter still doesn't believe Ms. Minoru is reformed...and it certainly doesn't help that she's used her magic to dodge imprisonment.

"This," Pete admits, "is not the way I'd hoped our first meeting would go. I also have a very sure feeling that I didn't send you anything."

"YOU didn't." She claps her hands, and conjures several torches, in holders, on the walls. "Your friend Wade Wilson did." She puts a spell on the black ring she carries, turning it into the Staff of One. Electric arcs dance within its great ring. "He says he did it on your behalf."

Peter heaves a sigh. "I oughta have that incessant mouth web-flogged...or better yet, Spidey-bitten..."

"Wilson's not so bad...when you don't have to bunk with him."

"You don't have to tell me. REALLY."

Ms. Minoru takes a few steps forward. Pete wishes she wouldn't.

"I just thought I'd come to warn you about your honeymoon. I'm not omniscient...but one thing I've discovered in my quiet times of late is that the External mutant, Selene Gallio, is in the area. I can also disclose to you that she's the one who caused the plane crash out at sea that nearly became the end of your new wife...if not yourself."

Pete scoffs. "As much as I appreciate the tip-off, I doubt you're doing this to redeem yourself."

"My daughter is very fond of you. And despite my villainy, I still love her. I'm doing this because she'd want me to. Plus, you're in the area...more or less."

"You're a witch. You can literally teleport anywhere you want."

"Easy now, Peter. I'm a mother. And mothers grow roots, wherever they settle down and have children. Technically...Nico was born in LA, and not in Japan, but... A lot of my foremothers were Japanese by birth, so there you are.

"I'm pretty sure you've never been an X-Man, so let me tell you a little bit about Selene..."

"You don't have to. Some of my friends are X-Men. They've told me about her."

"Yes, well... Has MAGIK told you about her?"

"Why should she have to?"

"She's a witch. Selene is, too. Witches obsess over one another; and as an ex-Sorceress Supreme, it's Magik's job to know everything about dark witches...including myself."

"I thought Magik WAS a dark witch..."

"Selene's immortal. She was there when Adam and Eve lived in the Garden of Eden...and she was there with the Gibborim posed as gods on this planet, right before the Great Flood killed off a lot of them. What's more, she's virtually Apocalypse's sister. She's not just old; she's smart. And that's WITHOUT the Eye of Agamotto."

"So...what's she planning?"

"I've no clue what she's planning, Pete, but if she just tried to kill you, that can't be a good sign. She can absorb life from people, leaving them feeling deadened. Her physicality is more enhanced than even mine, and I'm a tiger mom. She can move things with her mind. She can control fire. She can read minds..."

"I think what you're trying to say is that she's essentially a vampiric version of Jean Grey. Is that right?"

Ms. Minoru shrugs. "I never would've thought to put it that way, but... It sounds right. Either way, all of that power is coming towards you...and it's as old as humanity...if not older. And you're just mainly a technology-wielding hero..."

"I have powers."

"I know, but... You're not a wizard. She is. If you're not prepared for what's coming, there's no telling what she'll do to you." She flaps her hair, and straightens her sleeveless top. "I sure wouldn't want her to do them...first. A lot of women would," she turns the Staff of One into a fan, and cools herself, "miss you, if you ever ended up in...her clutches..."

Peter heaves a sigh. "What's THAT supposed to mean, Ms. Minoru?"

"Well, it SHOULD be obvious. My daughter likes you...a lot. It means that...simply... Well..."

Someone knocks on the door. "Peter?!" Ms. Brant's voice calls, from outside. "Is everything alright?"

Before Peter can ask anything else, Ms. Minoru's teleported away. The torches vanish. The lights come back on...as does the power.

Peter lets her in. "Sorry," he tells her. "I've no idea what happened. One moment, the power's on...and the next, it's gone."

Peter managed to stash away all of his Spidey gear, before letting her in. He's...starting to wonder if hiding his secret life from her is worth the blood pressure increase... Not that Peter's bloodstream ever goes lightly, where that is...

"I need to take another shower," she admits. "That volleyball match was trying."

Peter nods subtly. "I'm sure it was. There sure is a lot of bouncing that goes on, when you're...down there with them...isn't there?"

She turns around, and studies him.

He shrugs. "I've been watching you through the window."

She sighs. "This is my honeymoon, Pete. This might be the last time I get to do this."

"You know, it's funny; I don't recall you being half this promiscuous back when J. Jonah Jackass was our boss."

"Of course I was that promiscuous, Pete! I was his secretary! The Bugle's a big deal, back there! How many male visitors do you think I got in a day, besides you? You were just a freelancer! I actually brought the man his coffee for a living! Little good that ever did me...or him, for that matter!"

Peter sighs. "Sorry. It's just...hard to watch, sometimes."

She sighs. "Then don't. This is Samoa. SURELY, you can find other things to do, when you're not around me. I don't struggle with that. Also, of the two of us, I'd expect YOU to get out more than me."

"I'm afraid...I might cheat on you."

She scoffs. "Are you really going to waste our entire marriage worrying about that? Peter; if you end up doing that, then you wouldn't have given wedlock a try in the first place. Now if you excuse me, I'm tired and a stink. I need another shower."

With that, she retires into the stall, and slams the door. Peter sighs, and sits on the bed.

Right now, Pete doesn't know what he's more overwhelmed by: the local competition for the buried treasure inside Ms. Brant's panties...or the looming threat of Selene. It...also seems a bit too good to be true that Ms. Minoru would try to protect him. As much as Pete would rather appreciate it...he can't help but sense that there's a monkey's paw, hiding somewhere in it. And he DOESN'T mean a macaque's...