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Now the time has come for my 616-spider-man OTP couple!

"You!" Carol Danvers barked as she marched down the hall, carrying a bag full of sparring gear specifically designed to withstand superhuman durability. She pointed at the lean young man in red spandex who was lying on one of the couches that lined the hall. "I need a punching bag."

"And I'll need a doctor," Spider-man replied as he flipped himself to his feet and followed her. Together, they walked into the Avengers training room, which was empty. She was already dressed in her new Captain Marvel outfit, all she had to do was slip on the padded gloves. She didn't do it for her sake, the skin on her knuckles could take the punishment. But her partner's body couldn't, he'd have his insides scrambled with a single blow.

"Ready?" she asked as he slipped on the helmet and gloves.

"No, not really," Peter Parker replied as he raised his hands, mocking extreme fear. "I'd like to call for an appeal in a court of law."

"Shut up," she snapped as she lashed out with a fist, only to hit nothing but air. The sneaky bastard slipped it! She thought as she tried to hit him again. And again. And again. "You're supposed to stand still so I can hit you."

"Actually no," he replied as he ducked under a blow. "I'm supposed to be a menace to society. It's you who wants to hit me," he said as she lashed out with a back-fist, only to have him tuck and roll underneath her arm and come up behind her. "Though I have to admit, this view is almost worth the ass-kicking I'm gonna receive. Now what's bugging you? Besides me?"

"Who says something's bothering me?" she replied as she snapped her leg backwards, again hitting nothing but air. "Maybe I just wanna punch something."

"That's the first sign of a sociopath," Peter said as he snapped out a jabbing punch that connected with her ribcage. It didn't hurt at all, but that didn't come as much of a surprise to her, seeing as she could walk off a missile to the chest. "Next you're gonna tell me enjoy hurting small animals."

"Does stepping on spiders count?" she snapped as she aimed a swift kick for his padded midsection.

"Yes it does," he said as he sailed over the blow and connected his foot with her head. "Ms Stars-and-stripes."

"Are you making fun of my outfit?" she rebuked as she finally landed a punch on him, although a small part of her knew that he let her hit him. "You, of all people?"

"Hey, I'm trying to make a fashion statement!' he quipped as he returned her blow with his own. "And not all of us have sparkling blue eyes to flash at the camera, Ms Marvellous butt."

"You're seriously making fun of my body now?" she snapped as she attempted to sweep his legs out from under his body, to no avail. "Do you want to be sent through the window of a high-rise?"

"I t'would consider that to be-eth the highest of honours," Peter replied as he stung her face with his fist, "fairest maiden." She shot out her left leg, aiming for his midsection, only to have him leap high over her head once more. But this time, Carol was prepared, using her momentum to power a hefty right hook that landed cleanly, sending him sprawling across the training room.

"Don't ever call me a 'fair maiden'" she glowered.

"Even if it's the truth?" Peter shot back as he recovered and swept her legs out. "You gonna tell me what's bothering you yet?" I guess he's not gonna make this easy, she thought as she backpedalled, out of the way of a twisting kick.

"Maybe it's the fact that I get ogled at every time I go outside in this thing," she snapped as she kicked out at him. He didn't duck or dodge, instead resorting to a simple block. "Every interview, people ask me why I changed outfits. Well it's because I was sick of guys jacking off to my picture. I want to inspire people, not get them wondering if I've gained a few pounds," she said as she struck his waiting glove. "I want people to take me seriously. I want them to think of me as a strong, independent woman who little girls can look up to and-"

"What do you think?" he asked, stopping her mid-strike.

"What do you mean, 'what do I think?'" she asked as she let her arm fall.

"Do you think you're a good role model?" Peter asked with a slight shrug. "Forget what everybody else thinks about you for a second and ask yourself that question." Well I never really thought about it like that, she thought as she relaxed her body entirely.

"I dunno," she said, "I think I do alright."

"Carol, if you could hear the way some of the kids I run into talk about you," he replied as he pulled a glove off and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Maiden of Might," he said with as he lifted his trademark mask to just above his nose. "that's what they sometimes call you. And not just little girls either, some of the boys do too. And a lot of their parents."

"Wow," she said as she wiped the sweat off her brow, "I should use you as a punching bag more often."

"I think my ribcage would disagree with you," he replied as he mock-rubbed his side. "Have you ever got a mean roundhouse kick. It's not fair either. I was always told never to hit a woman, even when she's hitting you repeatedly. Now I can't file for assault!"

"Oh shut it," she said with a smile as they both exited the training room. "You walked off that blow from that Electric guy last week."

"Yeah, well Maxie's another guy, so i can hit him back without being judged by society," he said as he bumped her shoulder with his fist. "And to alleviate your other worry, your new outfit does not make you look fat in any way shape or form."

"So you like it?" she asked as they turned down the hall, "more than the black leather?"

"Well I'm not gonna deny the fact that I think your old outfit accentuated your natural shape in a pleasing manner," He said with a wince, almost as if he was afraid she was going to hit him. "...but I like the new colour scheme. And I assume that more parents are going to be okay with their ten-year-old dressing up as you for Halloween. Though I also liked your hair better when it was longer."

"Why do I always feel better after talking with you?" she remarked as they entered the empty mess hall. "Is understanding women a superpower of yours?"

"If it is, I need to know if I can synthesize it and sell it," he replied as they took up two chairs sitting across from each other. "I can think of a few guys who would pay big bucks for that superpower."

"But then you wouldn't have a monopoly on it," she said with a smirk as she took his hand in hers. "Imagine if some rich ladies man like stark got a hold of it. You'd never stand a chance with the ladies."

"Well then I'd have to forgo the models and go for a super," he smirked, "happy first anniversary, babe." he finished as they both leaned in for a passionate kiss.