The Universe's Mixer

Logan grunted, lifting a taped box up on to another in to one of the back closets of the cabin. He didn't feel right letting Giselle stay in a place that seemed strange and invaded to him. It was his place, but it smelled like someone else. A woman that Logan didn't know, which was evident by the clothes that took up space in both the master closet and the dresser drawers.

So, Logan had taken it upon himself to clean out all of the strange, too-suggestive items of clothes. Amidst the menagerie of silks and satins, leathers and lace he had found a few weapons, some toiletries and a few other random things that didn't belong. He had packed everything in boxes, taped them up and stowed them away out of sight. It felt better that way, as if he were cleaning cobwebs off of his most prized possessions. And really he was. But whomever owned that webbing....well, he hoped that they didn't find out any time soon.

With that done, Logan left all of the windows open in the cabin.

He wasn't sure if Giselle caught the mixtures of scents, but Logan did, and they were driving him crazy. Everywhere he went they were there trying to remind him of things he didn't know about in the first place. The rugs came from the floors and were hung outside on a line to air out, the furniture carried into the yard in effort to cleanse them of the smells.

And all the while Logan had found time to sneak out into the woods surrounding the cabin, and gather a good amount of flora that grew wild. He carried the handful of brightly colored, aromatic flowers hoping they would also help clean the air of the smell. And he hoped that Giselle liked them. The flowers ended up in a small container Logan had, a tin coffee can since he didn't own any vases, and he put them in the middle of the large kitchen table that he had made himself a very long time ago.

After a few hours of being outside, Logan carried everything back in to the house and arranged it to be like it had been before. The outside smells were now dominant in the cabin and Logan welcomed them with a large breath. And a sigh of relief. No longer did his place smell like some weird sex chamber, and the scent of fear, anxiousness and exhilaration were long gone too. Now it just smelled like sunshine, grass, flowers and the soft breeze.

It smelled more like home.

It had been a few days since Peter had arrived in the City, and while the first day was pleasant enough (because honestly who could say anything bad about sharing a pizza with an actual angel?) Peter was ready to get back into the swing of things. He wanted to find Megan. He needed to find her because something was telling him she was there too. Some place. Perhaps it was his sixth-sense, that nagging throb at the back of his brain that often sensed danger or wrongness. He doubted his Spidey Sense could really decipher the mystery of the missing pixie, but it didn't hurt the web-slinger to dream.

What was really freaking him out was not the weird city. It wasn't the fact that he didn't know where his friends were or if he would ever find them. It was the fact that night after night he went to bed in his own bed, in familiar sheets in a familiar room, and woke up in the same place. It was Aunt May's house, and his room at the top of the stairs and to the left. Down the hallway, beyond the door was still familiarity. Aunt May's and Uncle Ben's room was directly across from his. The bathroom was on the right of that door and then another bedroom that stayed vacant for guests was on the left. Down stairs was the neat living room, the way Aunt May liked it, and then the kitchen. Back behind the house was their fenced in back yard, a four-foot chain link fence blocking off their section of dying, wild grass.

Except when Peter looked out of his bedroom window, it wasn't Mary Jane's house he saw, but another place. A different one. So this wasn't his street and it definitely wasn't Manhattan. It took a bit of getting used to, but finally it began to sink in. And that was the point at which Peter decided to use his skills to reach out to Megan.

In the closet of his room hung his Spider suit. The red and blue spandex greeted him each day as he dressed, and usually he ignored it and chose more appropriate attire for taking on the day. However today was different.

Peter pulled on the suit that clung to his body and he felt relief as the mask covered his face. He peered out from behind mesh goggles, and though the boyish grin on his lips was concealed by the red spandex, it was still there and beaming proudly. A breath and Peter ran to the window of the second floor bedroom.

He was out in the City in another moment, swinging through the buildings. He approached the skyline, scaling the top of the tallest skyscraper. It was here Peter would leave his message.

It didn't take him long to fashion a web together, a very large web that one could see from the street below. He worked quickly. And he had to admit he did feel a little bit like Charlotte once it was complete.

Though, instead of the web offering the people below the phrase Some Pig or Wilbur , the web read in all capital letters MEGAN .

It was Peter's way of at least spreading the word and getting her attention. He hoped she would see it and fly to it. And he would wait there for her for a little bit to see if she showed. If that didn't work, Peter opted for renting a billboard next. Who could miss those?