Spiderman: Finding Home

Chapter 17: Peter

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Peter's POV

His patrol flew by quickly which was surprising considering how eager he was to get home to MJ. When he climbed back through his window three hours after he first left, he could hear Aunt May chatting away and smelt a mix of spices coming from the kitchen. He quickly changed into a t-shirt and pants before practically sprinting into the kitchen.

He was surprised to see Aunt May leaning against the counter while she spoke to Michelle who was bent over the stove, mixing something in the frying pan. At his entrance, she glanced up and smiled softly and he returned it quickly before ducking to hug Aunt May.

"How was Patrol?" May asked as she ruffled his hair until he dodged away to get a drink from the fridge. Well, that was his excuse. He secretly just wanted to be closer to MJ.

"Same old, same old," he told her as he poured both himself and MJ a cup of juice. "Saved a cat, helped the neighbours and stopped a few car crimes."

"The boring stuff?"

"The boring stuff."

At their exchange, Michelle coughed out a laugh and accepted the drink he held out to her.

"You're so weird."

"I know," he grinned and darted back around to May to stop himself from finding excuses to touch her. One, he didn't want to be too obvious and two, he didn't want May catching on. He tried to ignore the gleam in his Aunt's eyes as they followed his movements, raising an eyebrow as if to communicate, "you and I are going to have a little talk later."

Peter chose to ignore it.

"I didn't know you cook," he addressed Michelle who glared at him over her shoulder.

"Of course I can cook. My range is limited but I'm good at what I do know."

Michelle proved herself yet again to be right when they sat around the table, gorging on the stir-fry and rice dish she had made. Between Peter and May, there wasn't much variety to their diet so it was nice to have something different and they both professed their gratitude which seemed to make her smile and that made him smile.

After dinner, Peter did the dishes with May after forcing Michelle to sit on the couch/bed and select a movie.

"I'm going to have an early night," May told Michelle from the kitchen while looking at Peter with one of her knowing looks. "You two enjoy yourselves."

He knew what was coming but when May walked past him and whispered "behave" in his ear he still felt his face go hot. They said their goodnights, Michelle oblivious and Peter mumbling as he put the last of the dishes away after drying them. He suddenly felt awkward reapproaching the couch, not sure entirely what to do. After standing beside it, shifting from foot to foot for what felt like forever, she looked up from the TV and frowned.

"Dork, I can't watch a movie with you lurking over me."

"Right," he mumbled, face even hotter now as he scrambled beside her. His knee bumped hers and he was prepared to apologise but she scooted over until their shoulders touched and he decided that was his favourite sensation in the world.

Besides the few kisses they had shared.

They didn't really talk as the first fifteen or so minutes of Brave played until Michelle broke the silence.