Spider-Man: The Venom Factor by Duane Diane

Author:Duane, Diane [Duane, Diane]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780425169780
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 1998-10-15T07:00:00+00:00

They stayed up late that night talking. There was a lot to be gone over; a lot more news than a few minutes' worth of conversation could hope to deal with. And additionally, just because of business, they hadn't had a lot of time to see each other over the past few days. So there was a prolonged period of hugging, snuggling, smooching, and general touchy-feely before they got back on the subject again.

"Slow down with the sandwiches, tiger," MJ muttered, amused, "save some for me." She headed into the kitchen, Peter close behind her. His stomach growled. "You've been eating!" she said. "I can't believe you can still be hungry!"

"You haven't had the day I've had," Peter said again and smiled slightly.

"Oh, haven't I? I may not have been swinging all over the city, but boy, do I feel grateful for food right now. And a place to sleep." She cocked an eye at him as she started rummaging in the refrigerator. "Which is something you should start thinking about fairly soon. Look at the bags under your eyes!"

"Bags or no bags, I couldn't sleep right now if you hit me with a hammer. I've got too much on my mind."

"That's the problem with you," said MJ. "You wouldn't know what to do if you didn't have something on your mind. Just imagine it for a moment." She shut the refrigerator door and looked at him challengingly. "Imagine a twenty-four-hour period when everything's working. When the rent's paid, and the phone bill's paid, the electricity's paid, and you've got a credit balance in your checking account, and no checks have bounced, and the credit card company is happy—"

Peter opened his mouth.

"Hush," she said, "I'm on a roll." He shut it again. "Where was I. . . ? Oh yes. And there are no super-villains tearing the joint up, and no crime—"

"Are you sure this is Earth you're talking about?" said Peter, raising his eyebrows at her. "Gimme that mayonnaise."

"Nothing for you until I'm finished," she said, standing with her back to the refrigerator door, blocking his way. "Think about it. Just—" She put out one hand and pushed him back, then waved a finger under his nose. "Go on, try it. Stand still for a moment and imagine it. One whole day, just one, when everything's all right."

He stood still, and tried, and found it a bit of a strain. "All right," he said. "So?"

"Well, don't just imagine the events. Imagine how you'd feel."

Peter looked at her and shook his head. "I have to confess," he said, "that I don't have a clue. I don't believe that it's ever going to happen."

MJ sighed and moved away from the refrigerator. "You'll never get there," she said, "because you can't—or won't—see all of that as something worth imagining. My money says that if it ever actually got that quiet, you'd go nuts. I'd give it about an hour, and then you'd go out into the street and shanghai the first super-villain you saw and beg him to start a fight with you.

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