"Would you stop it!" Spider woman gripped 2099's arm.

"I don't need that much help!" Miguel reached for the door.

"Miguel, you smell like hospital. You need to be washed. Come on, I even had Peter bring some of your clothes."

The last hole repair had left Miguel in the medical bay for two days. He was fine, of course, but it was a good idea to have him freshen up now that he was discharged. And considering that he still had stitches, he needed a gentle hand. But he wasn't going to make it easy.

"Even if I do need to shower, I can do it by myself!" he pulled at her fingers.

Jess rolled her eyes, pulling him back into the bathroom with a hard yank and closing the door, "You act as though I've never seen all you have to offer before. Now get undressed."

"Why do I need to be subjected to this? Are you sure that you actually discussed this with your husband?" he cowered in the corner.

She scoffed, kneeling down, testing the temperature of the water, "Do you know how much people pay for this type of treatment? Nice hot bubble bath drawn, clothes laid out and all. I even have a towel for you in the warmer"

"You have a towel warmer?" he looked between her and the door, wondering how far he would get if he made a run for it, "Regardless, I'm not one of those people!"

"The way I see it, you can willingly hop in or I can throw you in and then make you mop up the water that you splash. Make a decision before I do."

"Can I do this on my own and have some dignity?"

"Your dignity is the least of my concerns buddy."

Mig gripped his shirt, running all the possible scenarios in his head. Worst case is he ran to the door, it was locked and she attacked him. Best case is he managed to escape. Then that would leave him to have to get out of her house without being caught too.

"I know what will help you decide," holding her stomach, she reached into the vanity, pulling out a little basket.

2099 starred as she opened up two packages of something he couldn't quite pinpoint. After leaning over it was made much more clear what they were. Some animal bath toys. It was obvious that she was mocking him now.

"And," she poured some of the bath water into some cute thing she had on the wall of the tub and hit a button, causing it to blow bubbles abroad. Jess turned, "Now is't that irresistible?"

The silence emanating from Miguel was deafening.

"Alright, new strategy, you have until the count of three," she pushed up from the floor, "One."

"Two," the gap between her and Mig was getting smaller, meaning he had even less chance of actually escaping. In not enough steps the gap was closed and she was glaring up at him, eyebrow raised and arms crossed, "Well?"

X

"That was a very good choice you made," Jessica tossed his clothes in the washing machine with the rest of her load, "It's only hard because this is your first day. But I think if you keep making good choices things will get much easier for you."

"Choice, right," he muttered, watching one of the toys swim past him. It would be a lie to say that this wasn't mostly relaxing. But he also wouldn't admit it.

"I bought those when I was on an amazon binge. They were just too cute to pass up."

"...They are cute…"

"I know, right."

He heard the washing machine start and the door open. Did she leave? Mig scanned the room and let out a deep sigh. With her gone he leaned back, enjoying her sizable tub. He would have to invest in a jacuzzi tub. But he did hear they were a pain to maintain. He would have to ask her about that a little later.

Mig gasped, nearly jumping out of his skin.

"All those long nights are catching up with you," Jess poured more soap into the pouf. She reached over, taking his elbow so she could continue to wash his shoulder and arm.

"I may be a little tired.."

"Just maybe," she readjusted so that she could wash his back.

While he didn't fight her, he did find himself bringing his knees to his chest.

"You blush a lot for someone so prideful," she teased.

"I am not prideful, I'm just generally right," he corrected.

"Yeah, whatever," she grabbed his foot, attempting to scrub his sole. The second she ran the towel along the bottom of his foot, he pulled away so quickly it was a surprise he didn't knee himself in the face, "Forgot you're ticklish there."