"PEEEETER!"

Oh-oh, that wasn't good. Peter ducked his head out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth and saw angry MJ holding some cloth in her hand.

"Do you know," she dragged her words, "what you did?"

Time for puppy eyes "Uhhh, nwo?"

"Nah-ah, don't you dare use that look. This WAS my new blouse," she held the cloth up in both hands for him to see, it was covered in blood. Oh, boy, Peter knew what he did.

"What happened to it?" She asked, "I need answers. Now."

Peter quickly dipped back in the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste and dropped the brush in the cup by the sink.

"Oh, that, yeah. Umm, you see-"

"Use whole sentences, you big manchild!"

"Okay, hear me out. There's a perfectly good explanation, okay?" Well, he didn't lie, there was a good, reasonable explanation, he just knew it wouldn't make the situation better.

MJ just glared, dramatically angling her head to hear him better.

"I ran into some trouble yesterday, I mean you saw it on the news, right? I had to fight Vulture, that old bird."

"How is it connected to my blouse being ruined?"

"See, the old guy got some claws on him, and he caught me in a totally bad time, I was holding this motorcycle, cause some kids almost got squished under it. I was not in a good position, and I knew he was close, there just wasn't time, okay? He grabbed me," he hesitated a bit, "by the sides. With the claws. And they, like, really lodged in there, you know. I mean I managed to win and yada yada yada, but I was bleeding,"

MJ's expression was changing the more he talked until she dropped the blouse and in one step was next to him, pulling off his shirt to reveal two wounds on each of his sides, stitched, but all red and with some dried blood on them. She turned him around to reveal two big bandages on his back, with blood spots. She peeled one and saw a similar wound, only this wasn't stitched and some blood was still seeping through.

"So yeah,"

"Jesus, Peter, why didn't you wake me?"

"It wasn't that serious. I'm sorry about the blouse, my hands were bloody and I must have somehow pressed on it while coming in in the dark." MJ wasn't interested in his explanation anymore, she pulled him back into the bathroom and sat him on a stool that was there for stitching up Spider-man purposes.

"You're still bleeding, moron. You should have woken me to stitch the back for you. Wasn't that serious my ass,"

Peter watched as she got the first aid kit ( he had to remember to refill some stuff there). She was still calling him names that belittled his intellect, and his feelings would seriously be hurt if she didn't look so cute when she was fussing.

"What are you smiling about? What possible reason there could be in this situation?"

"Oh, nothing ma'am. Nothing to smile about here," He tried to bow in apology while sitting down but MJ slapped his head and told him to turn around. He chuckled and complied, and she smiled, but he didn't need to know that, moronic man. It was a wonder there wasn't blood all over their bedsheets.

She took off the bandaids and disinfected the wound that made Peter hiss. Good, that's what he gets for being stupid.

"How deep are they?"

"Not deep. Vulture couldn't hold me for long, I slipped out of his grasp. Literally. I think he was trying a new suit. It needs some more tweaking. The angling, I could tell it wasn't thought through,"

"Well, be sure to tell him that next time. I'm sure you two with your big man brains can figure out how to make those claws more effective. And you'll already be there for the testing, so win-win."

Peter rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Turning off."

MJ was now working on the second wound.

"I'm sorry about your blouse, by the way. Really, I'll get you a new one, I'm heading over to JJ this afternoon. Just tell me where can I find it,"

"Don't worry about it. It was on sale anyway. But, Pete, you can't not ask for help with this stuff."

"I know. I'm sorry about that too. I didn't mean to worry you. I mean, when I finished with the front myself, I came to wake you. But then I noticed all the coffee mugs. You need to sleep, MJ. You can't drink 2 gallons of coffee every day. I promise I'll wake you next time, but I need to know that you get more than five hours of sleep,"

He didn't feel any more needle piercing his skin so he assumed she was done, but she didn't say anything.

"MJ?" he asked. Before he could turn around, he felt her arms around him, she nuzzled her head in his neck.

"I love you, Peter. God, I love you so much."

He turned around to face her and pulled her into his lap.

"I love you too, Mary Jane. More than anything."

She looked at him, drinking in the love from his eyes before leaning down to kiss him. The blouse was long forgotten, and his wounds were taken care of. She started to feel all the built-up need, all the unsaid I love you's, the kisses unshared crashing down all at once. They had both been running around all week, barely saying good morning and goodnight to each other, and some nights not even that cause Pete would come in after 3 AM and she would be asleep, because she needs to get up at 6 AM for work. But now they were both here. A moment of peace she wasn't letting go of.

He answered her kiss, of course, he did. He took her cheek, bringing her closer, and put the other hand on her hip. She arched her back, pressing closer to him, tangling her hand in his hair, and letting her tongue meet his.

Their breathing became heavier, their cheeks red. MJ put one leg on the other side of his lap, straddling him, and he ran up his hands under her shirt. She stopped for a moment to take it off, and then was back on his lips, still tasting the toothpaste.

"God, I missed you," Peter's voice had gotten husky. MJ paused for a moment, eyes still closed, and put her forehead on his.

"You can wake me up for this too, you know. You don't have to be bleeding out," she pulled back a little to look at him. She ran her fingers up and then down his chest and abs as she spoke. He shivered.

"Sometimes it's nice to know my boyfriend doesn't see me as just the night nurse,"

"Oh, I'm keeping that in mind,"

"You better," she pulled the waistband on his trousers and reached inside, and if Peter still had any thoughts in his head, they all left at that moment. He stood up, holding her close, her legs around his waist. He put her against the wall and pressed into her, he kissed down her jaw, her neck, reached her ear, and whispered something about her going to regret telling him this, and that he was definitely going to abuse this power.

"Good," was all she managed to say before she was on the bed, and Peter was on top of her, trying to touch all of her, kiss all of her, feel all of her, and she couldn't wait any longer to feel all of him.

Peter was wrong in the beginning. The situation had definitely gotten better.