Mary Jane's face absolutely glowed when she finished her sentence, "Which is why you're coming with me champ!" Already MJ's crimson painted fingernails were grasping Peter by the cloth of his Spider Man suit, despite his instinctive struggles against such.

"MJ! I love you, you know that but come on!! Doesn't this sound a bit risky? Throwing me in your purse won't save me....if anything it'll guarantee my death!" On the list of ways to die getting crushed beneath the makeup of his wife while in her purse didn't seem too pleasing for Peter. In fact, he rather preferred fighting a spider at his size, at least then his death would seem ironic. Of course if at all possible Peter would want to avoid death anyway.

Peter's lovely wife looked at him like he was acting like a silly child. "Whoever said you were hitching a ride in my purse? I may not be quite as smart as you, at least in some opinions, but I do have a good head on my shoulders. I've already thought of a nice place to keep you all day long . The way MJ enunciated that last bit....it just drove Peter crazy, it had been at best an hour since he woke up and he already wanted to pounce her and make what he did last night seem like an amateurish time.

But if being a hero taught Spider Man anything, it taught him self control. He looked at his wife with an intriqued smile, "Oh really? What would that be? Not your shoe I hope."

MJ replied as sexfully as ever, "Oh that just wouldn't do now would it tiger?" She teasing caressed Peter's chin with a long nail. She gestured to a pair of tennis shoes, albeit nice looking ones. "You bought me these after all, I don't wanna get a bloodstain on such nice shoes."

Peter paled, "Please tell me that's not your only reason."

Mary Jane winked, "Maybe, maybe not. Don't worry you got a real safe place though. And something tells me you will absolutely L-O-V-E it."

Spider Man answered with a happy laugh, although his mind was still stuck on what his wife said before. It was subtle....but for a moment, she seemed to completely disregard his well being. She treated him like....well more like a pet than a husband. I'm probably being paranoid. MJ loves me and I love her. He mentally sighed.

Aloud he looked at MJ with a smile, "You going to tell me where you're hiding me today hunny? The wait is killing me."

Mary Jane smiled softly at him, "Maybe....after a few questions. Just to test how much you've been listening to me these past few weeks." Peter could've cursed, listening, mans greatest weakness.

"Question one! Where do I work?"

Relief flooded Peter as he answered, "At a local diner....Joe's I think it was called." He knew this was correct, he and MJ...well they had some money issues. Peter had tried getting income by joining something like The Avengers but...they rejected him....multiple times. And MJ had her career screwed over by some prick so she had to take a small job that barely paid well. At least they were happy together.

MJ nodded, "Pretty good, now. What happened three days ago that upset me?"

Peter had to rack his brain a little bit but he remembered, "Your sister called about something.....I think it was her own love life and you two ended up fighting."

"Not bad champ. Last question. Who is the most beautiful, sexy, and powerful woman in the world?"

The temptation to make a joke was too much to resist. " Jean Grey?" MJ glared at him, causing Peter to laugh before correcting himself. "Mary Jane Watson Parker."

"And don't you forget the "most powerful" part you got that shorty?" MJ joked with a poke to Peter's head. Without wasting any time MJ walked to the door, slid on her pure white tennis shoes, and looked at Peter again. She was dressed very casually, a short sleeved red t-shirt and navy blue jeans, she looked beautiful.

"You gonna tell me where I'm going now?"

Mary Jane chuckled, "You're the smart one. You tell me." Without further adeu Mary Jane wedged her husband....