The Broken Spider-Man - A Peter Parker Fanfiction

Chapter Fifteen - Seeing May again

TW: mentions of mental health issues, mentions of death, mentions of drug use.

I stood in the kitchen, cutting up vegetables for mine and Peter's dinner as I waited for him to get home from the gym. As if on cue, I heard the front door open, making me look up as Peter walked in.

"I'm home!" he yelled as he shut the door.

"I can tell." I smiled, making him chuckle and shake his head as he walked into my line of vision. My smile dipped, my eyes skimming up and down his sweaty body as his muscle top clung tightly to his now healthy body.

"Like what you see?" he smirked.

"You already know the answer, Pete, don't make me say it." I teased. His smirk widened, making me smile as he kissed my head.

"I've been thinking." He stated as he curled his arms around my waist from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder.

"Oh, yeah?" I mumbled, admittedly only half paying attention to what my boyfriend was saying as I continued to chop up the food.

"Yeah. And I think that I'm ready to see May again." My eyes widened at Peter's words. I looked at him, making him give me a small smile. I put the knife down and quickly turned around in his arms, his hands moving to still cup my waist as I faced him properly.

"You mean that?" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah. It's been half a year now, my body is built back up, all of my track marks have healed and are basically invisible now. I miss her so much, and so I'm ready to see her again." He nodded.

"Oh, Peter." I choked as I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He returned it, burying his face into my hair as he held my body close to his.

"I'm so glad that you're finally ready. And I'm sure that May will be too." I nodded.

"Can you contact her for me? Tell her that I'm ready to meet?" he asked hopefully. I nodded again as I moved my hands to place them flat against his chest.

"Of course I will, Peter. Fuck, I'm so proud of you." I smiled and shook my head.

"I wouldn't be here without you." He mumbled quietly, a small smile on his lips as his gaze flicked over my face. I let mine widen and bit my lip as I leant up and gently kissed the boy. He returned the kiss and smiled against my lips, his hands soothingly rubbing my waist as my hands stayed against his chest. I broke the kiss and looked at him, biting my lip again as he pressed our foreheads together.

"God, I love you." He whispered and shook his head.

"I love you too." I responded equally as quietly. He gave me one last smile before leaning down and kissing me again.

I sat at my dressing table, looking into my mirror as I did my makeup in preparation for dinner with Peter and May. It had been several months since I had seen the kind woman, even longer since Peter had seen her, and so the pair of us had agreed to make an effort for Peter's former caregiver.

"Babe." I looked up and raised my eyebrows as Peter rushed in, the facial expression acting as a hint for him to continue.

"Which tie do I wear?" he gulped as he held up a maroon tie with crosses on it as well as a plain navy tie.

"Maroon tie." I nodded.

"Are you sure? Because the navy tie was my uncle Ben's tie." He sighed.

"Pete, if you were just going to go with the navy tie anyway, why did you bother asking me?" I chuckled, looking back into the mirror as I put earrings in.