“Oh shit…” Peter muttered as he realized that he was lying next to the Kryptonian bombshell Power Girl. The one who was famous forshouting at anyone who stared at her chest-hole. True, Peter was one of the few who could resist the temptation, but he still feared for his life. Maybe she could be reasoned with, but he doubted that Superman would understand.
“Mmmm?” Power Girl moaned as she stretched out her arms. Peter couldn’t help but notice just how well toned she was. It was just unfortunate that she seemed to notice that she wasn’t alone almost instantly. She snapped around, swinging her arms as she did so. It was only because of his enhanced reflexes that he was barely able to get out of the way of the accidental blow.
He knew very well that if she had wanted to hurt him, she would have.
“What the hell is going on here!” Power Girl snapped as she curled the blankets around her frame.
“I….” Peter stammered, unsure of what to say. At all costs, he wanted to avoid setting the blonde woman off into a tirade. “I’ve got about as much of an Idea as you. All I remember was….we were celebrating a victory and….” He stopped as he felt a second pair of hands trace along his back as a lock of black hair appeared on his shoulder.
“We all got hitched,” Jessica Drew, Spider-Woman said in a haughty tone. “To one of the world’s most desirable superhero bachelors.”
“Who’s that?” Peter asked groggily, earning a slight tap on the back of the head from his fellow arachnid. “You, dumbass. There was a whole ceremony with all of us…we even had a special contract written up. Here, readit, cause it’s got some special clauses in there….”