Peter laughed, and watched her hand trace the heart. "I wouldn't consider the mop an ex... more like a friend with benefits... eh, on second thought. I don't even want to call it that." Peter said with a smile, putting his other hand on her cheek softly, looking at her. "I don't think it could have... but the mop also doesn't have the most amazing set of eyes, can't mess with my hair, and I wouldn't ever spend the night with it." He said softly, stroking her cheek bone softly with his thumb... He would want nothing more than to have Lexi and Peter fall asleep holding each other. After the incredibly tough night they had, they very much needed a quiet night, and possible day tomorrow, with no fear gas, or tough bad guys, or whatever else was normal in the life of the Spider-Man. "I'm just glad I don't ever have to go back to it... I'd much rather have the beautiful and smart and adorable Lexi Rogers as my girlfriend." He kissed her forehead softly.

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Across the island, the docks of New York City were deserted this time of night. A large cargo ship landed, and people started to climb out, carrying boxes and other supplies to the warehouses. Then a much larger man stepped off the boat, and on to the cement dock. He wore large, thick black military boots, dark brown cargo pants, and a vest of what seemed to be made of leopard skin. Around his neck was a necklace made of series of teeth from different creatures. He also had a large machete holstered on his hip, and a whip. He had a crooked nose, a large black beard, and his long black hair pulled back. He had many scars on his massive arms, and face, his dark green eyes scanned every surface... 

"Hmm..." The man said as he took in a breath of the air, sensing what was around him. A woman followed after him. She was dark skinned, barefoot, and wore a dark purple robe. Her face was hidden. "He is here... your greatest prey." The woman said, her voice sounding very powerful, and playful. The man looked at the skyline of the city. "He will soon be nothing but another trophy for my collection." The large man said in a thick Russian accent, growling a bit, his white teeth showing. "His looks may deceive you, my hunter... I sense a lot of power in this Spider." The woman said, running a long finger down the man's arm. "you know what you must do. Follow him, learn his patterns... and once you find the opportune moment. Kill him, and collect your Trophy."