AN: Another chapter down...finally. I've been working on my Agent Venom story if you all feel like checking that out. I am personally very happy with how it is going so far. Other thing that I have been doing are watching Netflix, and playing Witcher 3. Life is good right now.

Chapter 2

Peter rode in the back seat of the town car with Felicia. The black leather seemed to be abnormally warm, or maybe it was the suit he was wearing, or possibly it was because Felicia had served them both a cocktail from the minibar and were now running their hands up and down each other while brushing their lips against each other along the face and neck. Whatever the cause, what had started out as fun was beginning to become somewhat physically uncomfortable for Peter. Felicia on the other hand seemed far more comfortable.

Peter needed some way to break Felicia's attention. "Excuse me, Sir." He said getting the drivers attention from the front. When the driver looked back he asked "How long till we get to the gallery?"

"About ten more minutes. I would suggest that you two touch up quick if you want to look your best." The man said kindly.

Felicia smiled and reached into her clutch purse to pull out a small make up kit and begun to touch herself up. Peter just ran his hands through his hair and readjusted his tie. Peter figured that people were far more likely to pay attention to Felicia then they were to him, so he put in less effort.

Eventually the driver reached their destination at the gallery. Peter got out and walked around to open the door for Felicia. As she got out every pair of eyes belonging to the straight males were drawn to her. Not for the first time in his relationship with Felicia, Peter felt a strange combination of pride that people paid attention to his girlfriend, and anger at other males for ogling her. As the driver pulled away, Peter resigned himself to the fact that he was stuck here, and reminded himself that it was for Felicia.

The couple walked into the gallery and looked around. The guests were notable members of New York City high society. The types of people who had plenty of money to donate to charitable art foundations and other such charitable groups, when they were appropriately wined and dined at least. Luckily for Peter, there was plenty of hors d'oeuvres, which he quickly make a small plate of. Felicia on the other hand, being one of the authenticators for the pieces on display, needed to schmooze with at least a few individuals.

Felicia dragged Peter over to the man in charge of the museum, a kindly, if a tad childish by the name of Stanly. He wore a 3 piece black pin-stripe suit with a light pink shirt and a darker pink tie, as well as fashionably tinted sunglasses. Thinning grey hair sat atop his head and a grey mustache accompanied the wide smile that was a permanent feature on his face.

"Stanly!" Felicia said with joy as she walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Ms. Hardy. With that dress, you are the most beautiful thing in the building." Stanly said in a suave manner.

"Stanly, you flirt." She giggled.

"Who is this young man?" Stanly friendly asked.

"This is my arm candy." Felicia said giggling again.

"Peter Parker." Peter said intruding himself and sticking out a hand. The two men shook. "And I resent the fact that you implied that she isn't always the most beautiful thing in the room." He finished confidently.

Stanly laughed. "I see why you like him. If you don't mind, I'm going to try and get more donations for the gallery and other." Stanly said. He then kissed Felicia on the cheek and walked away to mingle with others.

"Well he was…friendly." Peter said picking his words carefully after the older man was out of earshot.

Felicia smiled. "I have told him numerous times that he has no chance. But he flirts with any pretty woman he lays eyes on. It kinda dosen't make me feel all that special."

Peter hummed his indifference.

"Why don't you go to the bar and find us something to drink?" Felica suggested.

Peter shrugged his shoulders and walked away while Felicia began to talk to various people in the area. As he made his way through the crowd, Peter looked at some of the art that was on display. They were thankfully landscapes and portraits. Peter guess that, judging from the clothing of the people in the paintings, they were from Europe or Russia. Peter grinned because that meant he could at least understand what the paintings were about.

As he approached the bar that was set up in a center atrium, he saw two people he did recognize, though only one of which he was actually happy to see. Jay Jameson was standing next to his son, and mayor of New York City, J. Jonah Jameson. They were both having a cordial conversation about something. Peter decided that it would be rude not to socialize seeing as they were his former boss and his father in law.

"Hey there Jay. Mayor Jameson." Peter friendly greeted them.

"Peter. How are you?" Jay said in an equally friendly and enthusiastic manner.

"Parker." J. Jonah nodded. "What are you doing here?" He asked with a mixture of curiosity and confusion.

"If you're talking about being at the exhibit, my girlfriend Felicia Hardy verified some of the art. I'm just a guest." Peter explained.

"Not here. What are you doing at the bar?" Jameson asked. "Don't really see you as the drinking type."

Peter chuckled. "Yeah. Guess I don't do that much. Felicia asked me to get something." He explained.

Jay laughed. "You're wrapped around her finger aren't you?"

"Says the man whose wife brought him to an art exhibit, and asked him to get a drink who is now hanging around the bar with his son and step nephew?"' Peter countered.

"Touché."

J. Jonah gestured to the bartender. "Another drink sir?" the man asked.

"This young man needs a glass of champagne and a Glenfiddich 15." The mayor said. The bartender nodded in understanding.

"Mayor, I'm not really…" Peter stated.

"Trust me. Unless you have an acute taste in art, which I seriously doubt you have Parker, the best way to get though these types of events is with a little help from a decent drink." J. Jonag said. "Makes the discussion less dry and the colors pop more."

"Okaaaaay. Why Scotch?" Peter asked.

"Subtle indication of your guest status." J. Jonah explained. "The people with champagne are the actual art junkies. The people with cocktails and straight liquor are either donators, or guests, so people know not to ask you complicated question about the pictures. That and you can hang around the bar without getting noticed."

Peter looked around and saw that J. Jonah was right. The people with the flutes of the carbonated drinks were closer to the pieces of art, while the people with stiffer drinks were huddled together in smaller groups elsewhere. This bit of insight Peter never would have noticed unless it was pointed out.

"Wish I had known that before. I've always just gotten champagne for Felicia and I when she brings me to these things." Peter said. "But I'm still not much of a drinker." Peter had a hard time getting drunk due to his super hero physiology.

"So just hold the damn glass then and don't talk to people who look to snooty or politically correct." J. Jonah said gruffly.

"I've attended enough of these events to know that he is not far off the mark here Peter." Jay said.

The bartender came back with the drinks and handed them to Peter. Thankfully the drinks were complementary due to the cover price to get into the event. "Thanks for the advice. Now I've got to go leer at any more old guys who may flirt with Felicia." Peter said a turned to walk away.

"We'll be here hiding if you need a place as well." J. Jameson said.

"Have a good night Peter. You're aunt is here somewhere. You may want to find her and say hi." Jay advised.

"Thanks." Peter said.

Meanwhile Felicia found herself walking up to the very woman whom she didn't want to, May Parker. Despite the fact that she was close to her nephew, May had yet to have a conversation with Felicia that was not judgmental or condescending. Felicia had yet to understand why the older woman had such disdain for her. Still they were in the same building, they knew each other, it would be uncivil to at not say hi.

"Good evening May." Felicia said as friendly as she could.

"Felicia." May said plainly. May was wearing a plain blue conservative long dress with sleeves. Aside from the fact that it was formal wear, it couldn't have been more different than what Felicia was wearing.

"Peter is at the bar if you want to say hi." Felicia said trying to be helpful.

"Why is he there?" The older woman asked confused.

"Oh. I asked him to get a drink for me."

"Ah. Are you sure that's appropriate?"

"What drinking? Yes. It's fine." Felicia defended.

"Hmmm." May hummed in disdain.

"So are you enjoying yourself?" Felicia asked, continuing to try and be friendly.

"I have been. It's nice to donate to worthwhile endeavors. Though there are some people who I like more than others." May said glaring at Felicia

Felicia was about to start being belligerent.

"Aunt May. Felicia. Been looking for you two." Peter said with excitement as he approached the women with drinks in his hand.

"Peter." They both said.

"You two getting along?"

Felicia opened her mouth to respond, but May beat her.

"Where have you been mister?" May interrogated.

"Ummm. The bar." Peter said handing the champagne he was carrying to Felicia who promptly started drinking it. "Jay and J. Jonah are there."

"Uggh." May groaned. "Better make sure they aren't causing too much of a scene. It was good to see you Peter. We'll talk more later."

May walked away as Peter turned to Felicia. "Any better?" Peter asked referencing Felicia's rough relationship with Peter's Aunt.

"Ughhhh." Felicia groaned.

"That bad huh?"

"I don't know." Felicia said as she then drained the whole glass of champagne. She then laid her head against his shoulder.

"Don't worry about it. Aunt May has to come around eventually."

"She's just so passive aggressive about it."

Peter rubbed her bare shoulder and kissed her forehead. "I still care."

Felicia smiled at the affection. "Thanks."

"Hey. Let's get back to admiring things I don't understand." Peter joked.

Felicia laughed. The two walked around to various exhibits. Felicia talked about the painters, the painting, influences. Art wasn't just a hobby or a job for Felicia. She was genuinely passionate about it. When she was still a thief as Black Cat, that was part of the reason why she stole art. Now her occupation as an appraiser put her in contact with valuable pieces on a daily basis, so she was able to get her fill without having to resort to crime.

The two stood in front of a landscape painting. Felicia talked on and on as she had been doing, and Peter listened as best he could. He wished that there was something more interesting going on though at some point. Peter regretted that wish almost instantly.

The sound of breaking glass reverberated through the art gallery as metal canisters began to fall through some of the skylights in the ceiling. When the canisters hit the ground, they began to spew green smoke everywhere. Thankfully it didn't appear to be noxious, because no one started coughing. Someone did start bellowing a loud laugh though.

"Oh boy." Peter said. He didn't have his MK. 3 Spider-Armor. It was still at Horizon.

AN: So what did you all think of this chapter. Big thanks to the big three who always review: Celgress, NeoTyson, and Highlander.