Nightmares and Donuts

Mary-Jane awoke suddenly as a loud grunt sounded from across her apartment. She grasped the doorknob, forced herself to count to ten, and slowly pushed open the door. Then, as she caught sight of a red mask on the floor and a familiar head of wavy brown hair collapsed on her couch, she relaxed and let out the breath she'd been holding. Fluff, no specific movie/universe in mind