Mary-Jane Watson-Parker, being both a minor celebrity and the wife of a superhero, was not unused to being kidnapped. Still, this particular kidnapping was...unusual. For one thing, while they'd hidden her in a warehouse and tied her to a chair rather
thoroughly, they didn't seem particularly interested in harming her, unless you counted leering. Which was itself weird; not the leering itself, she was used to THAT, but not by women.
Yet another weird thing, for indeed, her abductors were in fact all women; gorgeous women, in fact. Not being the hottest babe in the room was further disorienting. But the strangest thing of all was how damn familiar they all were. Each and everyone of them
seemed to be some kind of stripper-parody of one of Peter's enemies...and yet they came off as disturbingly real. All in all, a puzzler.
Her curiosity overcame her fear, and she decided to speak up.
"So, uh, mind telling me what this is about? You don't look like the usual stalker-types, and I hate to tell you, being on a soap opera doesn't pay as well as you might think."
The one with the Doc Ock tentacles chuckled. "I assure you, Ms. Watson, we are not interested in ransom. As for stalking...well, delectable as you are, it is in fact your husband who interests us."
MJ cocked an eyebrow. "Really? You're stalking a freelance newspaper photographer?"
More laughter, and then the chick in the Venom suit hissed, "Why not? He is Spider-Man, after all."
Mary-Jane kept her face blank. They knew, or thought they knew. That was bad. She'd have to convince them otherwise, and so she adapted a puzzled expression.
"Spider-man? Seriously? You think my hubby is Spider-Man? Lady, I don't know what you're on..."
Before she could finish the thought, a voice that was definitely familiar cut in.
"Don't bother, Mary-Jane. I've told them everything."
All her acting skills couldn't keep the look of pure shock off of MJ's face as the Black Cat strolled in, sporting an even bigger rack than she had before, and acting like she owned the place. MJ's eyes narrowed; it had been a call from Felicia that had drawn
Peter away right before her abduction.
"You treacherous bitch," MJ seethed.
Felicia smiled. "Yes. Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to make me regret it when I'm your slave."
MJ stared, uncomprehending. "Wha??"
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