Combatives Room, HELICARRIER 004, Over Brooklyn
Peter was red with embarrassment and frustration. He had been shown how to do an arm bar about five times now and even when Natasha laid down and held out her arm for him, he still couldn’t get her with it.
“Stop humping her shoulder Spidey and break her arm!” Jen the She-Hulk called.
“This is supposed to be assault, not sexual assault,” Clint shouted, “And you are still doing it wrong!”
“I’m trying here!” Peter shouted.
With that a wave of energy washed over Peter and Natasha noticed the changes it brought to Spiderman right away.
“And we are DONE!” Natasha said punching Peter’s knee cap, “Lesson over Mr Parker!”
“Wow,” Clint chuckled, “I guess he really does find your shoulder sexy Nat!”
“Woof!” Jen smiled, “Let me know if that hotdog is too big for your little wife!”
Peter looked down at himself and saw the python his dick had become in his spandex Spiderman suit.
And with it at half mast, it was threatening to rip the suit.
“What the hell?” Pete shouted, “Can I please get a towel? Ms. Romanov I am soooooo sorry, I have no idea what happened. Please don’t kill me!”
“I think your wife might do that if she finds out you were sharing that with someone else,” Clint laughed.
“Here Spidey!” Clint tossed an extra-large set of gym shorts, “Those might not get the big top tent effect from your little friend!”
“Go home Mr. Parker,” Natasha was shaking, “Just go home now!”
Peter got real scared when Jen and Clint stopped smiling too.
“Ok, Good bye, please don’t kill me in my sleep,” Peter muttered sheepishly as he scurried off.
*
Hidden Room of the Parker Apartment, New York City
MJ watched Peter enter via the bed room window, she smiled in the mirror and put on the Mandalorian helmet and went back to the main apartment.
“Hands in the Air Parker!” the metallic voice called.
With the sound of the metallic click of a safety Peter complied. He hadn’t felt his spider sense tingle, and he couldn’t tell where the intruder was, but if they had hurt MJ… He felt the zipper on the back of his spider suit slide down his back.
“What the…” Peter started to protest.
“Silence!” The metallic voice barked, “Face down on the bed!”
Peter was scared out of his mind, where was MJ? Who was this?
“You really hit the jackpot this time…” The metallic voice turned much softer, feminine, and familiar, “Tiger!”
Peter rolled over and looked behind him, there was MJ naked, with a blaster in one hand, a Mandalorian helmet in the other and a shit eating grin on her face!
“I see you got your trouser snake, not it’s time for my Jackpot!”