Literature
Spider-man Meets His Match
Spiderman Meets His Match by Steve the Z “Huh? Whu-where am I?” said Spider-man, raising his cowled head as he regained consciousness, to find himself manacled and fastened to a brick wall by the biggest, thickest set of chains he’d ever seen that looked like they could be used to hoist an anchor on a battleship. Tugging on his bonds, the web-slinging super-hero looked around, finding himself in what appeared to be a dungeon, and right across from him, her slight yet voluptuous form looking tiny in identical restraints, wearing the cut-off jeans and t-shirt he’d last seen her in, was the former Mary-Jane Watson, now Mary-Jane Parker, his new wife! “Peter!” she cried, “You’re finally awake!” “What happened?” he asked. “You were just about to jump out the window as Spider-man when someone crashed through the door of our apartment!” she said, “Throwing a gas bomb or something that knocked both of us out! The last thing I remember before losing consciousness was
