The Mimic - One-Shots

Snow day

Overview: Peter and y/n start up their snow day by getting up to some antics.

Word count: 1,833

Warnings: None!

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"May! Check your phone! Is it a snow day?" Peter asked excitedly, his eyes lighting up as he glanced out of the window.

The entire city was covered in a thick blanket of snow. The roads hadn't even been ploughed. It had been a freak blizzard overnight, and the snow seemed to just be building and building. Thick snowflakes hurried to the ground, preventing anyone from being able to see more than a few feet in front of them.

May couldn't help but smile at the sound of Peter's excited voice. Ever since he'd joined that Stark internship, he'd been so much happier. She, on the other hand, wasn't very happy that it was a snow day. It meant that she couldn't get to work, and she adored her work.

"Let me check!" May called out, turning the heat off of the stove before she hurried into the lounge to find her phone. She turned it on, listening to Peter on the phone to Ned (or at least she thought it was Ned). "Yup, snow day!" She exclaimed as she read the email from his school, smiling fondly at the sound of Peter cheering.

After a few minutes, Peter emerged from his room. He was bundled up in many, many layers - mainly to stay warm, but also to hide his suit. His mask was tucked securely into his coat pocket as he rushed toward the front door, wanting to pull his snow boots on. "I'll see you later, May!" He called out, too full of adrenaline and excitement to notice the woman stand between him and the door as he tied his boots up.

May planted her hands on Peter's shoulders when he stood up, quickly swivelling him around so that he was facing the kitchen. "Nope. You're eating breakfast first." She commanded, pushing the complaining kid toward the table. "I'm not letting you leave on an empty stomach! I made breakfast for the two of us, so you're going to eat it! We never get to have breakfast together. Especially with my job and your busy internship." She sighed, setting two plates of scrambled eggs and sausages down on the table. "I really hope you're being treated well over there. You'd tell me if they're pushing you too far, right?"

Peter sat down at the table, his leg bouncing impatiently. "Yeah, I'd tell you. But they're not using me! I'm really enjoying it there." He hummed, starting to eat his breakfast. He had to admit that eating a warm breakfast was nice, especially on a cold day, but he had other things on his mind. Y/n waiting for him at the compound, and she wasn't the patient type. Hell, she could teleport into the apartment at any moment.

May watched with surprised eyes as Peter practically wolfed his breakfast down, eating as fas as he possibly could. His phone was buzzing in his pocket, chiming over and over again. "Slow down, Pete! Ned can wait..." She hummed, but Peter wasn't listening. It was sweet to see him still so excited over a snow day. He hadn't changed one bit.

Peter shook his head, eyes widening as somebody suddenly knocked on the door. He stood up before May could, spooning a final mouthful of eggs into his mouth. "I'll see you later, May! Thank you for the breakfast!" He exclaimed, voice muffled due to his mouth being full. He practically spun toward the front door, grabbing his gloves from the counter, hat from the couch, and scarf from the coat rack.

"But Pete-"

"Bye, May!" Peter called out as he opened the front door, trying to hold back his excited laughter at the sight of y/n being bundled up in more layers than him.