Michelle awoke to a bright morning. She felt a foreign type of comfort on the bed she slept on. She looked around her and realized that this wasn't her room at all. She looked under the sheets and found that she was still fully clothed, but they weren't the clothes she wore yesterday. MJ looked at the bedside table only to find a pill and a glass of water that had a note that said "Drink Me". She did what the note said. A few seconds later, Peter entered the room, sweaty. He wore a gray sweatshirt that had sweat marks on it, a matching pair of gray shorts, and sneakers. He removed both of his earphones and put his phone on his desk. He was probably out for a run, Michelle thought.

"Good morning, Michelle." He said, taking a big gulp of water. She bit her lip. "How are you feeling?"

"Good." She nodded. "Can I just ask.. did we...?"

"No. No, we didn't." He said.

"Oh. How was I last night though? I can't remember anything."

"Well, you puked, a lot. And I changed you into your sleepwear." He sat on the chair in front of her.

"So you saw... everything?"

"Pretty much, yeah." He waited for a response but she didn't answer.

"Where did you sleep, then?" Peter responded by gesturing over to the couch. She nodded.

"Well I hope you feel better now."

"Yeah, actually I do."

"You should get changed." He pointed over to the shopping bag full of clothes. "I asked Jack to buy them for you. I hope you like them. He said this suits your style."

"Who's Jack?"

"My driver."

"Well, please thank him for me."

"I will." He paused, then continued on, giving Michelle a look. "You know, if you were mine, you wouldn't be able to sit down for a week."

"What?" She asked, confused.

"I gotta go take a shower." He said, going into the bathroom.

"Why am I here, Peter?" She finally asked.

"Because I'm incapable of leaving you alone." He said seriously.

"Then don't." She softly said.

"Listen to me," He sat on the bed beside her. "I don't do romance. My tastes are very... singular. You wouldn't understand."

"Enlighten me, then." He caressed her cheek as she dug herself into his palm. He leaned in but didn't kiss her. Then he pulled away. He left the room, leaving her confused.

Minutes later, she got up and got dressed in the bathroom. She was surprised to see him back in the room, typing something in his laptop.

"Hi." She said.

"You look beautiful."

"Jack has good taste." He stood up and went in front of her.

"What are you doing later?"

"I'm working, I guess."

"I'll let Jack pick you up then." He caressed her cheek once more. "I'd love to kiss you."

"I think I'd love that too." He sighed.

"I'm not gonna touch you. Not until I have your written consent."

"What?" Peter was always an open book. He was so easy to read, and whenever he talked he was always straight to the point. MJ never thought he'd leave her puzzled as she is right now.

"I'll explain later. I'll take you home."

As they walked into the elevator, Peter couldn't take it anymore. He looked at Michelle and just pounced on her.

"Fuck the paperwork." He pulled her into a kiss, pinning her onto the wall. Michelle made slight moaning noises in the middle of kisses. He kissed her neck as she bit her lip, preventing to let out a loud moan. The elevator dinged and he pulled away, standing back in a normal position.

Peter drove MJ to her apartment and walked her there. Her roommate Anastasia was surprised to see her with someone.

"I'll leave you two be." She went into her room.

"See you tonight." He held her by the waist. "Call me if anything changes." He caressed her cheek. "Okay?"

"Okay." He left.

When Michelle left her work, she saw a black car with a guy standing by the back door.

"You must be Jack?" She asked.

"Good evening, Ms. Jones. Mr. Parker will be joining us there." He said as he opened the door for her. She entered.

He drove her back to the Avengers Building. They entered the elevator and they went to the floor with a helipad. Peter was there standing by the helicopter, hands in his pockets. His face lit up when he saw her.

"Good evening, Michelle." He said, then opened the door for her. He rode beside her, on the pilot's seat.

"Wait, you're flying this?" He raised both of his eyebrows as he buckled her belt.

"Get ready to see New York from above." They flew all over New York City. Michelle kept looking at everything from the cars to the buildings and everything else in between. Peter glanced over at her over and over again and he loved seeing her happy. He thought about all the things they would do if they were a couple.

Peter lived in the penthouse of the Avengers building. They headed straight there after the helicopter ride. Michelle walked over to the grand piano that was in the room, beside the glass window overlooking the view of everything around them.

"You play the piano now?"

"Yeah, well, I try."

They sat on the dining table as Peter poured wine in both of their glasses.

"What's this?" MJ asked, looking at the paperwork on the desk.

"It's a non-disclosure agreement." She looked puzzled, so he decided to clear it up. "It means that you cannot discuss anything about us with anyone. I'm afraid my lawyer says so."

"I never talk to anyone about us anyway." She signed the contract and sighed. "Are we gonna.. do it, now?" He leaned closer to her.

"Two things," His suave voice came up again. "First, I don't make love. I fuck, hard." She bit her lip.

"And the second thing...?"

"Come." He held out his hand. She took it. They walked over to a locked room and Peter took out the key. "Just remember that helicopters are on stand-by. If you feel uncomfortable with... everything that you see, they'll take you anywhere you wanna go. You don't have to do this, MJ. I'm not forcing you to. Please know that." The room revealed a velvet bedroom, its walls were filled with shelves with sex toys upon sex toys and handcuffs.

"Oh my god." She put her hand on her mouth as she took it all in. She slowly walked in and Peter closed the door. "What is this??"

"It's my.. playroom. The things in here basically explain.. everything, really." Michelle was speechless. She didn't know that this side of Peter existed. And she didn't know what to feel about it.

"You're a sadist?" She asked.

"I'm a dominant."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I want you to willingly surrender yourself to me."

"Why would I do that?"

"To please me."

"To please you?" Her breath got caught up in her throat. "How?"

"I have rules. If you follow them, I'll reward you. If you don't, I'll punish you."

"Punish me, how? By using all of these?"

"No. I don't do that... anymore." She took a deep breath.

"What would I get out of all of this?"

"Me." He said simply. In this moment, she just wanted him, all of him. She didn't care about the consequences, she didn't care about the conditions. She wanted him, for the longest time. And here he was, standing right in front of her, offering something she loved so badly but no matter how hard she always tried, she could never have him.

She launched herself onto him and kissed him passionately. Peter removed his clothes and helped undress MJ as well. He pinned her on the four-poster red bed and went on top of her. He thrusted repeatedly as she let out loud moans. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips trailed down towards her neck, placing wild kisses as she moaned loudly.

"What the heck is that noise?" asked Shuri from the floor below.

"No idea." replied Ned, as the two continued on building his 3000-piece Lego Death Star.