Rundown (Spiderman x Reader) (II)

73. This Is Love This Is Life

We ain't got much but what we got is all that matters
We're pickin' up the pieces, tryin' to put 'em back where they belong

What did spending all day every day with my boyfriend, his aunt, and her ex-lover look like, you ask? The most random interactions.

As DUM-E helped us put together the LEGO Death Star on a late-August afternoon, May came rushing in, a white envelope in her hand. "First one's here!" she announced.

She opened the letter slowly and carefully, the anticipation letting itself roam freely across the room. I clutched my boyfriend's arm in excitement.

Her eyes scanned the piece of paper, only to come back to reality with disappointment.

"It's okay. It's a backup school." Peter smiled... although I knew a piece of him was heartbroken.

Two weeks later, the first one mine came in. May came knocking at the door shaking the letter. "NJIT!"

The adrenaline rushed in at the mention of the university. She hugged her and thanked her for being so welcoming. She just laughed and wished me good luck.

We waited for Peter to arrive from school... and he held me tight as I read 'rejected' in the last paragraph.

One out of three chances? Gone. Just like that. My future depended on the fate of two possibilities printed on paper.

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Soon enough, September rushed in. Nobody can genuinely appreciate the rains of New York until they experience it for themselves, and it made us company as our controversy died down.

It gave people a reason to not harass us on the street so much. Inside the apartment, I worked on some blueprints from work while my boyfriend crawled on the roof.

Anyways, May did the same routing from before: happily coming up from picking the mail downstairs. "Guys!"

Peter almost spilled the coffee cup on my head and my laptop, but he managed to catch every drop thanks to his tingle. He jumped down excitedly, drumming the table as we waited for May's reaction...

She shook her head sideways. Rejected. Again.

Peter's expressionless gestures indicated he needed time for himself. So I finished reading a book. However, Peter Parker wasn't a guy who wandered by himself. No, he needed support; at least someone to vent with. Things didn't just leave his mind, the thoughts scrambling his brain had to be shared. Otherwise, he would bury it deep down and eat him from inside.

My first stop was the laundry room. "Hey, May, have you seen Peter?"

She was folding some t-shirts and neatly placing them in a basket. "He said he wanted to rest. Probably sleeping."

"Great. Thank you."

But he wasn't on the couch snoring, which led me to walk around the not-so-big apartment. Of course, the window was open.

On the balcony, a slightly green Spiderman sulked, mask in hand. I carefully made my way to him. "Darling, what are you doing? Anyone can see you here! And you're getting wet!"

He had the app on his phone ready, the one he used to track down police reports in real time. "There's a bank robbery on Jobocus Street. I was thinking of checking it out," he mumbled.

My heart broke into a billion pieces. "Babe..."

My boyfriend broke eye contact from New York's starlights. "I- I know the city hates me right now, but I... it still doesn't mean they don't need saving."