Peter Parker woke up late the next morning still utterly exhausted, if that could even describe it. But Mary Jane made it all worth it. She was safe. Again. He worried that his being Spider-Man put her health in jeopardy. Well, duh it did. With people trying to kill him all week, his wife must take some of the beating too.

Peter smelled pancakes as he threw on a shirt over his Spider-Man costume. He kissed her as he grabbed a plate. "Mary Jane, baby, when was the last time you made me breakfast?" He laughed. Mary Jane smiled and sat down with him, pouring some maple syrup on her pancakes. "When you rescued me from Hydro-Man last Thursday." She answered, trying not to laugh at Peter's stupid face.

As Peter chowed down on his delicious meal, he couldn't help but feel sad. This is what a relationship is, he thought. Love, companionship, togetherness. But it seemed that being a super hero interrupted what their lives should be. But he had a responsibility to the city. And one to Mary Jane as well. He figured that once he got The Goblin and Chameleon, he'd take Mary Jane away for a few nights. Maybe into the city. Not like that, like into the city into the city, like a nice hotel and dinner, and a nice raise from Jameson to pay for all of it.

He was lucky that Mary Jane understood his situation. Instead of going out all day like she said, he told her he needed to get back to being Spider-Man again. Again. He kissed her, pulled down his mask, and headed out the window, not noticing the tears dripping from Mary Jane's face.

Spider-Man loved the feeling of being on top of the world, or the city, in this case. But he couldn't swing around and show off now. Not today. Not when two psychopaths were on the loose. Oh, God. There were psychopaths on the loose every day of the fucking week! Maybe the Fantastic Four would help him out, I mean, they did yesterday. Spider-Man entered their headquarters and went up to the receptionist. "Hey, lady, The FF free?" "Do you have an appointment?" She asked. "Uh…no?" He answered. "Well, sorry, sir, but no one sees the Fantastic Four without an appointment." "Do you even know who I am?" He asked. "I could care less if you were the president! No one sees them without and appointment!" She said, really angry. "Easy, lady. I need their help. Can you just buzz down or something?" "No, sir!" Spider-Man stomped his way to the front door, opened it, flipped her off, and went outside. Ah, the middle finger. Best one outta the five.

Spider-Man leaped onto the building and started climbing up the walls. He wanted to see that stupid girl's face now! He peeked through the windows as he speeded over them. He knocked on one of them. Johnny Storm answered. "Hey, it's the pizza man!" He laughed. Spider-Man entered through the window. "You could use the stairs." Mr. Fantastic said. "I tried. You should let the receptionist know that super heroes don't need appointments." "They do, though." "Really?" "Yeah." "Really?" "No."

"Look, I need your help." "If this is about the Green Goblin again, he's gone. Remember?" "Yeah, Reeds? Then how is it possible that he and the Chameleon kidnapped me and my wife?" Everyone was quiet. "What?" The Thing asked. "You don't watch the news, do you?"

"Spider-Man, we're busy now. Doctor Doom is planning something and…" "He's planning something! It hasn't happened yet! Look, I know I can do this on my own, but I'm afraid. I know the Goblin is capable of so much, and I mean…I'm scared." They looked at him sincerely. "I mean, we don't know what Doom's doing yet." Sue said. "Yeah, maybe he's on vacation." Johnny added. Spider-Man's face lit up under his mask. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

After a conference, they decided that they needed to search up and down, all around. "We have no clue where he is, what he's planning, or who he's with." "Wow. Great start." "Spider-Man, I believe his pumpkin bombs contain some radiation. What if we search the scanners for high radiation?" Spider-Man shook his head. "Only when they explode. Plus, GG knows he's gotta lay low. He won't give away his location that easily." "Spider-Man, 'd ya think 'e knows ya'd come over 'ere?" The Thing asked. "Maybe, why?" " 'Cuz dontcha think 'e might try something? With Mary Jane home alone 'n all?" Spider-Man froze. Not Mary Jane. Not again.

He dove out the window faster than you could say Captain America. The glass shattered and fell down along with him. As the team ran for the Fantasi-Car, Johnny flamed on and screamed, "You're gonna pay for that window!"

Spider-Man was already in the apartment when the Fantastic Four arrived. They walked in. "So this is 'ya place? Not too shabby." Then they saw him sitting on the floor, holding a letter. He looked up at them. "She's gone." "AGAIN! GOD, SOMEBODY GET A BEEPER FOR THIS KID!" The Thing exclaimed. "Not a bad idea." Spider-Man agreed, handing them the letter.

"Spider-Man,

Congratulations. This has got to be the third time your wifey-poo was kidnapped! By God, that must be a record! I knew your sorry ass would need the Fantastic Four's help. So, I took an opportunity. And I got it.

She is currently unharmed, but a little thrown around from the trip. Anyway, since you've lost so much, I'll give you a clue! She's at the place you'd least expect her to be. There. Enough said.

Tootles,

-- 3 Green Goblin"

"The place you'd least expect her to be…" "God I hate think'in!" The Thing complained. "Come on. Lets get a list of places that might hold Mary Jane. Spider-Man, you're welcomed to stay at our tower, under the circumstances you may not want to live alone." He nodded. "Yeah, I think I'll take you up on that offer." So they left, to once again find Mary Jane.