"Again, can you please put me down?" I ask the older and larger woman as she carries me down the metal corridor of the watchtower.
"Again, no. I will not have you moving on an injured foot." She denies my request for freedom. I can hear the snickers of all the other caped and costumes do-gooders littering the halls.
"But I don't even have to walk, I could just swing to medical!" I groan out. Thank Zeus I chose a mask that covers everything. My face is flushed so hot I could melt one of Tony's suits!
"Now, Spider, you know how the janitors feel about you leaving webs everywhere. And as I've told you before, do-"
"Don't ever anger the cleaning staff. I know, I know, but couldn't you carry me on your back instead? I'd even take a fireman carry." Take on Venom or get bridal carried where everyone I annoy on a regular basis can see and record? I know which one I'm picking.
Her ruby red lips twist into a playful smirk as I feel one of her hands shift around.
"That is an option, but then I wouldn't get to do this, now would I?" She tells me. I'm about cut off asking what she means by a pinch on my spidey behind.
An eep escapes me and my face grows even hotter. Now I could melt the Captain's shield!
"Hey! Stop that, you can play foul on an injured man like that!" I squeak out.
"Hmm, yes, of course," She nods her head, a look of faux contemplation on her face. "I suppose a wounded warrior such as yourself would rather require the best tender love and care available to him." She suggests.
"Oh, yeah, totally, totes, I could definitely do with that." I give her two thumbs up.
"Good, then we will let the doctor look at your foot, and then we shall find a bed that requires cuddling to fit two bodies into. Onward!"