(Author's Note: Just taking care of some continuity before we get to the sex)
"No kidding?" Peter commented.
"Yep," MJ answered. "Also, the Stamford incident wasn't as destructive. I looked up the details on Wikipedia while you were calling Aunt May; the New Warriors were able to get Nitro far enough from the school before he exploded. No casualties, but a few concerned parents groups started calling for superhero accountability. While Congress was hashing out the details for the SHRA, Captain America put in an appearance arguing against the original bill's extreme measures. And because the bill never got past the House floor, you never had to unmask in public."
"Looks like I dodged a bullet there, thanks to Cap," Peter commented.
"Yeah," MJ announced, a sexy smile playing at her lips. "We should go thank him."
Peter regarding his wife knowingly. He could feel her steadily growing arousal, as it matched his own. "By 'thank him'," Peter smirked, "I assume you mean 'give him the best shag of his life', don't you?"
MJ shrugged her shoulders coyly. "Is that a problem?" she asked sweetly.
"Not if I get to watch," Peter leered. "Who knows, maybe Ms. Marvel or Black Widow will be there."
"Let's hope so," MJ said eagerly.
"I'll go get my suit on," Peter started to unbutton his shirt.
Minutes later, he was in his Spider-Man uniform, and MJ was wearing her best hip-hugger jeans and a blue spandex tank top. "Shall we?" Peter gestured to the open window of their apartment.
"Let's go, lover," MJ answered as she wrapped her arms around Spider-Man's shoulders. "It's a Brand New Day."
With his wife in his arms, Peter leapt out of the window and started to web-swing his way through the city.
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