VRRRRRRooooooooVVVRRRRRRRooooooooVRRRRRRooooOOOKKKKSSSZZZ!

Mary Jane Parker sighed as she turned off her once-again-stalled vacuum cleaner. Of all things they needed to invest in right now, it was a vacuum cleaner. Not that they needed to save money, as the actress was quite wealthy from the salaries she had been given in the past. Yes, the Parkers were very stable financially, but sometimes the shopping part of having a 'wealthy' lifestyle got put off on the 'to do later' list. Putting the aged machine aside, she picked up her keys and headed for the car. Time to go the appliance store.

As she drove through the New York traffic, buzzing past taxis and busses, the red head spotted a familiar speck in the sky as she was about to park by one of the many meters lining the streets. As the red and blue figure flew above her head, people pointed and shouted as Spiderman went off to save the day once again. MJ made it a point to step up on the sidewalk. And sure enough, wailing sirens soon followed New York's hero, whizzing past Mary Jane's car as fast as the eye could see. People idolized him, people adored him, and people loved him. And yet, Mary Jane had the privilege to know who Spiderman was. Not only that, she was married to him.

Praying her daily prayer that he would return home safely at the end of the day, she turned back to the business at hand. Her hopelessly dirty carpet. As she strolled casually into the store, she rolled out a large (slightly squeaky) cart out of the long line of them, and headed for the vacuums.

'Bissell 2X'… Never heard of it. 'Dyson Ball'… Too hard to control. 'Dyson Pet Allergen'… Neither she nor Peter had allergies. Or pets, for that matter. 'Hoover Windtunnel'… Hmm… That might work. It looked like it worked well enough. She'd had a few good Hoovers before. And the price wasn't horribly outrageous, either. With some effort, Mary Jane heaved the large box up into her large cart, and then headed off for other things. A woman can't just go into a store and get one thing. That would be just plain wrong. After she picked up a floor lamp for the living room, a new mirror for the bathroom, and a nifty knife rack for the kitchen, MJ was satisfied that that would be a fine purchase. For the hardware store, at any rate. As soon as the kind young man finished helping her load up her car, she headed back home.

Before she reached the front door, however, she stopped by the landlord's office to collect the daily mail. After she got back, she tossed it on the counter, intending to go through it after she had tested her new Hoover.

VRRRRRRRRRRooooooooooooVRRRRRRRooooooooooKSSSSsssKKK! VRRRRRRooooooo…

Yes! A vacuum that worked without stalling! This was making Mary Jane's day. Moving from room to room with no loud, harassing stalls in her new toy, she decided to set up the lamp and knife rack. After that was done, MJ decided to sit back and admire her work for the day. To the light of the new lamp, she sorted through the mail. Bills, Bills, Paycheck, Thank-you note from her friend, Oooh, an acting magazine. Hmm… A catalog for Peter, a letter from Aunt May…

RRRRRRING! RRRRRRING!! RRRR-

"Hello?"

"Mary Jane? Is that you?"

"Aunt May? I haven't hear from you in a while, how've you been?"

"Oh, fine, just fine, dear. How are you and Peter doing? Is Peter there?"

"Oh, we're fine… Peter's not here he's out saving the world, as usual." Mary Jane considered for a moment just how ridiculous that would sound to the average person, but then again, it didn't wound a bit weird to her.

"Oh, sometimes I wonder if he ever takes a break. Oh well, anyway, I was just calling to tell you that your mother received a letter in the mail for you –I guess someone didn't know that you had moved. I also recently received one, but it was for Peter. The mailman said that they had to track me down, because it was mailed to my old address. It seems there is a five year high school reunion coming up in a week or so. I didn't know they had five year reunions…" Mary Jane's brow furrowed as she listened to the woman's voice, considering her words.

"Oh? Do you mind if Pete comes by later and picks them up – Wait, do you have just one or do have both?"

"Oh no, I have both, your mother said she had no use for it, and not at all! I would love it if Peter stopped by. I haven't talked to my dear nephew in quite a while. Please send him over!"

"Alright, will do! You'll be alright 'til then?"

"Aren't I always, dear?" MJ laughed at the spunkiness of the elderly woman.

"Of course. Goodbye, Aunt May."

"Goodbye, Mary Jane."

Click!

Mary Jane leaned on the countertop, a confused look on her face. A five year reunion? That was a new one.

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Flash Thomson sat at his desk, preparing invitations to the 'five year high school reunion'. Who cared if it was usually ten years, not five? He sure didn't. Though he didn't exactly like writing letters, it would all be worth it in the end. He knew Mary Jane Watson. She would defiantly come. And when she did, he would make her hook back up with him. Not only was she pretty, she was rich.

And he was intent on making her his wife. He would have already had if that stupid fight at the graduation hadn't happened. He wouldn't be doing that again, that was for sure.

He had watched his red-headed ex girlfriend on TV for nearly two years now. And after each job she would just get richer and richer. And all that money was calling to him. Well, the money and the girl who earned it, that is. She was just as hot as they day he first saw her, if not more. And he knew for a hard cold fact that she would come to any reunion. She was too sentimental not too.

Now. Just to get all the rest of those cursed invitations out, too.

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"MJ? MJ, I'm ba- Hey, when did we get this lamp?" Peter landed with a thud on the balcony and soon afterwards removed his mask.

"Hey, Pete! And I got the lamp earlier today. Good 'ol faithful finally died." MJ turned around from her book reading momentarily to answer her spouse's question.

"Oh… So, our vacuum died and you replaced it with a lamp? How does that work?" Peter seemed confused.

"No, silly. I got a new vacuum and a lamp. Dosen't the carpet look a lot cleaner?"

"Umm… Yeah, yeah, I guess." Peter looked at the tan flooring beneath him while MJ rolled her eyes. However cute and baby-faced he may be, Peter was defiantly a man at heart.

"You got a camera catalog in the mail today."

"Did I? Great. I need some new timers."

"What? I thought you just bought some, didn't you?" MJ once again turned around, this time putting down her book. Peter rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, yeah…"

"And?"

"Well, you know how I web those in place?"

"Oh dear. Do I want to know?"

"Well, I can't get the webbing of either of them. Meaning I can't replace the batteries." Peter looked like a child who had just done something wrong as he stood in front of his wife.

"Oh. Well, get what you need. Anyway, go put some real clothes on, Pete, before someone sees you" Mary Jane turned back around in her chair, and could hear Peter walk into their room and shut the door, a few moments afterwards walking back out in a pair of dark jeans and a blue t-shirt. Usually what he wore when he wanted to stay around the house for the remainder of the day.

"Tired?"

"Very."

"Makes sense… I saw you earlier with that car chase – that was a chase, wasn't it?"

"Mmmhmmm." Peter groaned as he stretched out on the couch.

"I thought so… Oh! Pete, by the way, your Aunt called earlier, about a letter she got… Apparently there is a 'five year high school reunion' party coming up – in about a week, I think. I told her that –"

"Wait, five year, aren't those usually held at the ten year mark?" The familiar red flag known as his 'spider sense' was flying high in Peter's head.

"That's what I thought. But hey, it could be a new trend. Anyway, I told May that you'd go by and pick the letters up, since they are really ours."

"Alright… Does that mean I have to get dressed again?

"Well no, just don't go to close to the hustle and bustle, and you'll bee fine. After all, you're the only one who can get decent pictures of yourself, and you wouldn't do so out of suit. Or, you could take the car." MJ casually listed his options. Peter looked out the window, observing the five 'o clock traffic.

"I think I'll take the express route."

"Alright. Don't eat too much pie, Tiger." MJ teased. His aunt always had a fresh pie for when her nephew turned up.

"Yes, Ma'am." Peter smiled and went over to give her a quick goodbye kiss before leaping from their balcony window, swinging off towards his Aunt's apartment.

After finishing half of her book, glanced up at the clock – Half past six. Hmm… She would normally start dinner, but there was no telling whether or not Peter was coming back for dinner. She smiled. He was lucky to be related to May Parker. Normally, Mary Jane would have gone, but this time she felt the need to let Peter have some time alone with his Aunt. They may be married, but they both needed some space from time to time. If he did come home, they could always order pizza.

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OK! I am really sorry cut off where I did, but my plot bunnies abandoned me right there. Kahumpht. I'll have to get them back later. Review, please!