Staggering back and holding his stomach Spiderman moaned in discomfort, regaining his bearings after a few minutes and rubbing his thumb over the pin prick on his finger. "And I thought spiders had bad bites, you need some mouth wash bad!"

Wrapping a blanket around herself Greer frowned back at the web slinger. "How’d you find me anyway? I didn’t tell the girls where I was going."

"Haven’t you checked your Avenger’s card? Thing’s been ringing off the hook for hours, the gang sent me to check up on where you were to make sure you didn’t get into trouble… Instead you’re in a hotel with three naked guys and suddenly built like a shit-brick house!" Looking back down Spidey waved his hand over his eyes at the one man passed out face up. Scrounging around for her things Tigra found her Avenger card beeping like an angry pager, a blush on her face when she discovered how long it was ringing.

"Heh… 4 hours huh? Guess I had a pretty good cat nap."

"Okay… I had enough of the sausage fest, tell the gang if they want me to check up on anyone else then they can pay for my guidance counselling." Jumping back to the window Spiderman looked over his shoulder back at the scene of ruined furniture, three passed out men and a giant Tigra. "Cuz right now I’m scarred for life!"

Watching him swing away Greer Grant snorted before clicking the card and calling the rest of her teammates, rolling her eyes and gathering her cloths up over her shoulder she took another look at herself in the bathroom mirror before leaving. "Damn fangs, gonna have to keep them in check if I’m going to eat in public…"

***

Swinging out of the hotel room Spiderman squinted his eyes to get the images out… And failing miserably. "Bleh, no more favours for the Avengers for a while."

After swinging past a few skyscrapers he landed on top of a skyrise overlooking the city, he couldn’t put his finger on it but he felt funny, his costume itched all over and seemed a little tight around the shoulders and back. "Must have shrank in the wash again, damn MJ we need to change fabric softeners." Squinting his eyes again he opened them to find two gloved hands covering them, and something warm pressed against his back from behind.

"Guess who Spider."

"I know it’s you Felicia, and if you want people to guess then don’t press those bomb against their backs."

"Daw, but they’re my best feature…" Siding over to sit next to him Felicia Hardy the Black Cat crossed her legs in a pose, her smirk never leaving her lips. "So what brings you out here?"

"Been trying to get a nasty image out of my head, that and shake off this bite I got on my finger." Lifting his hand Spiderman showed off the little nick on his glove, the sight of which made Black Cat snort with humour before leaning closer. "Aww, poor baby want me to kiss it all better?"

Something clicked in Pete’s mind just then, suddenly finding Felicia even more alluring than she ever was. Leaning closer he pulled his mask up before moving up to surprise the black and white costumed thief. "Yeah, I do…"

***

"Hey everyone I’m back." Stepping through the mansion doors with her ruined dress over her shoulder Tigra tip toed in wearing the blanket from the hotel, after ducking her head through the door everyone in the living room stared slack jawed at the sight, Hawkeye even dropped his sandwich.

Wasp blinked, stunned stupid like everyone else before words finally escaped her lips. "Holy shit Greer, what happened?... Did you eat the Hulk?"

"Uhm…"

"We leave you over night after the club and you come back big enough to play professional basketball, what the hell happened to you?"

"Well…"

"Is that your dress? It’s like a hand cloth on you now, and what are those tears?"

"Uh…"

"Did your tits get bigger?!"

"You know what?" Growling from the attention Tigra stamped her foot. "I’m heading to my room to find something that’ll fit, you want answers go find some from someone else!" Storming out of the living room the rest of the Avengers watched on while Greer climbed the stairs, the claws of her toes leaving little cuts in the tiles and carpet on her way up.

"Seriously though did her tits get bigger? Because that blanket wasn’t being held up by a knot if you know what I mean."

"Shut up Clint…"