“Don’t tell me you’ve got another mistress that I should know about,” she remarked, half-joking. Peter shook his head and smiled. He’d had a rough week; what with struggling to foil Dock Ock’s schemes, battling The Lizard periodically and not to mention dismissing Black Cat’s advances to have some ‘alone’ time with him; simply put, he was emotionally and physically stressed. And yet here MJ Watson was, successfully reminding him, that despite all of the trials and tribulations he’s had to overcome, in the end, it’s all worth it. It invigorated him and he noted that nothing could ever be more satisfying than spending time with the love of his life, except for maybe Aunt May’s cooking.
Peter opened the window and walked over to Mary Jane, casting an apologetic demeanor.
“I hate to do this baby, but it won’t take lon-” Before he could even finish his sentence MJ pressed a finger to his lips and nodded.
“Go get’em, Tiger,” she added, kissing him on the cheek. He smiled sheepishly as he quickly dressed in his usual attire, rushed to the open window and leaped out to welcome the early morning air.
Please God, let today be ordinary... Just one quick stroll and I’ll be back in no time flat. Peter thought, hurrying across the city skyline. Ever since a few of his enemies had escaped from prison a few weeks back, he’d been on red-alert. He knew most of them had no clue that he was Peter Parker, but the fear was always there; it bothered him every day, especially this day.
Today was Valentine’s Day, and it happened to be the first day in a long time that he had planned on having a normal day, well as normal as it can get for the infamous web-slinger who happens to have a rogue gallery the size of a small militia. Regardless, Peter felt that Mary Jane deserved a truly special and completely ordinary day for all of the nights she had stayed up late worrying about his well-being and he planned on making today that day; a day when all the worries of his everyday life could be placed on hold.
As images of romantic dinners slipped through Peter’s mind, his train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the sound of sirens and he continued his morning stroll with much less optimism.
Victor Creed hurried into a nearby alley as he fled from the mess he had made in the street behind him. He had been instructed by a client to not kill his target but couldn’t help himself; there was nothing better than the rush he got from murdering a helpless woman.
When he thought he was a safe distance away, he crawled onto the rooftops of a nearby apartment complex and decided to wait. He couldn’t afford getting caught by the cops and knew it’d be wiser to let everything die down a bit.
Then it hit him; the scent of a woman that was unlike any other, a scent so enticing that it would be a crime against his very nature not to pursue. He could tell the woman was definitely close by and alone, though the smell of a male companion was lingering as well.
Victor crept nearer to the source of the aroma, determined to find the host.
As he scaled the side of the complex, using his claws to dig into the brick walls with ease, he quickly spotted her. Her long red hair was flowing freely in the wind as she peered out of her open window, as if she was waiting for someone to swoop in and accompany her.
And she was only a mere five feet below him.
He succumbed to his urges and leapt inside, tackling her to the floor of the small apartment bedroom.
“Mornin’ sweetheart,” He hissed. She tried to scream but he had placed one hand around her throat so tightly that she couldn’t even manage to whimper. He inhaled deeply and let out a satisfied grunt; her scent was intoxicating.
“I’ve got a killer headache, and you’re just what the doctor prescribed,” Victor menacingly growled, as he ran his claws down her cheek.
Spiderman understood that the cops were on the lookout for an animal which was responsible for a gruesome murder a few blocks from his home. Stricken with worry and paranoia due to the hellish week he had endured , he then realized that MJ could be next. He rushed home as fast as he could just in time to see his wife’s lifeless body cast aside onto the floor of his own bedroom by a man, if you could call him that, who immediately registered to Peter as the cause of the animal attacks.
The figure was tall and feral, his amber eyes glared in Peter’s direction as Spiderman entered through the window with such animalistic ferocity that Sabretooth was almost impressed. Nonetheless, the savage bore fangs not unlike a rapid animal, with a demeanor to match. His blonde hair was the closest thing to humanity he possessed.
Sabretooth licked the blood off his claws and smiled. He could tell the man who stood before him was the companion of the red head, which made the kill that much sweeter.
“What can I say? She was irresistible,” He cackled.
And in an instant, all thoughts of a normal day vanished and Peter Parker finally snapped.
He was going to kill this murdering piece of trash, even if it went against everything he had ever believed.
After a split-second of terrible silence, the two combatants lunged at each other, ready to fight to the death.