Lovely Lycanthropy | Natasha Romanoff

twenty five

THIRD PERSON POV:

Aunt May laughed at the episode of Friends she was watching, ironing some of Peter's underwear because for some reason, the boy liked them stiff. Aunt May didn't mind in the slightest, remembering nights when she would iron Uncle Bens clothes for him. How she missed Ben.

There was a knock on the door and the aunt set the iron upright so it wouldn't burn a hole in the crotch of Peter's plaid Hanes boxers. The woman announced that she was coming and opened the door, revealing Pierce and his goons; Rumlow and Baron Zemo.

"Alexander Pierce," Aunt May bowed, "Didn't think I'd expect to see you on my doorstep."

"This is Peter Parker's home, am I right?" Alexander asked.

Aunt May nodded, "Yes, yes it is. Please, come in. Can I make you boys some tea? Coffee? Water perhaps?"

"No thanks, May. See my boys are thirsty, but not for anything you got on your shelves." Pierce said, strutting around the house and touching all the Knick knacks displayed on the wall shelves. Pierce looked at Rumlow and Zemo, subtly telling them to go and check out the rest of the house.

"Perhaps you're hungry? I have leftovers."

Pierce shook his head, "I'll have to pass. I'm sure all your guests feel appreciated when they come to your house."

May chuckled, "Well I will say I don't have many guests that come over now a days but-"

"But you do have guests?" He inquired.

"We'll mainly just y/n would come over for dinner but her and Peter seem to be going through a big fight these days."

"Lover's quarrel perhaps?" Pierce inquired.

May laughed, not that the thought didn't strike her that Peter and y/n would make a lovely couple, but they both had their awkward moments that made the woman laugh, "Lovers? Noooo. I thought things would turn out that way but it seem they're just friends. Y/n loves another."

"Shame." The councilman flashed a fake smile and then it was gone, "Y/n seems pretty special. I'm sure anyone would consider themselves lucky."

"I'd have to agree. So if I can't entertain you, how may I help you? I was in the middle of ironing."

"Well we won't keep you for too much longer." Pierce told her, both his goons returning to his side to quietly tell him that nobody was in the house and by the looks of Peter's room, he hadn't been here recently since his escape.

"You know May, there is one thing I need actually." The older man smirked, taking a step too close to May and she began to fill the chill of discomfort.

"W-what is it?" The guardian choked out.

"Please don't get blood on the robes, dry cleaning is a bitch."

"Blood! Wha-"

Aunt May choked on her breath as Alexander Pierce shoved a long knife through her stomach, pulling up some to slice open her lungs before pulling the blade out. Blood fell from her stomach and Pierce stepped back form his work to clean his blade while his men, placed a letter of suicide on top of May's body.

"Let's go, boys. Our work here is done for now."

YOUR POV:

My father and I were outside the airport, waiting for our car to show up. I had my airpods in, bobbing my head up and down to... the High School Musical soundtrack. It made me feel like I was ten years old again looking at the world as if I were in a music video or something. My phone pinged, interrupting the ballads of music.