Spidey and the Iron Girl: Vol. 2

#16: Epilogue

"Peter!" Collin yelled up the stairwell of her new apartment building. Her place was a teeny tiny studio on the seventh floor and, while there was technically an elevator, she and Peter had developed a system that was a hell of a lot faster.

"What?" he yelled back leaning over the banister seven floors up.

"Do the thing!" She held up a box of her stuff towards him. Even so many levels away, she could see him frown down at her.

"Collin, we can't keep doing that. What if someone sees?" He complained.

"The coast is clear, babe, ple-e-ease?" She whined, pouting up at him.

"You're such a-- Always friggin'-- God, you're so fucking lucky you're cute," He muttered but did as she asked, aiming the web shooters he was wearing hidden under the cuffs of his button-up down towards the heavy box and connecting his webs to it with a thwip. Quickly and easily, he pulled it up the full span of seven stories. Peter grabbed the box and set it down before leaning back over the banister. "But that's the last time!"

"Well, that was the last box, so...!" Collin stuck her tongue out at him. He shook his head down at her, grinning.

The process of getting her moved had been... a mission, to say the least. Collin had done her best, with a lot of help from Aunt May, finding a moving company to rent a van from. Getting it from ESU to Green Point in the city traffic had been a nightmare, especially since Peter did not appreciate the way she liked to weave between lanes to avoid getting stuck behind slow drivers. He'd been so helpful with all the heavy stuff, though, and all of her belongings that she hadn't donated were now settled into her new home.

She took the elevator up and got off on her floor. Her floor! A giddy sense of excitement filled her as she approached the front door of her apartment. Her apartment! It was unlocked and slightly open, so she just pushed it to reveal her boyfriend opening up boxes looking for something amidst the mess. Her boyfriend! The feeling of finally being the one in control of her life overwhelmed her for a moment... She didn't think she'd ever felt anything so satisfying.

"Whatcha lookin' for?" She came up behind Peter, wrapping her arms around his midsection to bury her face in his shoulder blades.

He smiled and pulled out her box of eating utensils.

"I was thinking we could take a food break before we keep unpacking?" He suggested. She rested her chin on his shoulder, nodding tiredly as she leaned her weight on him. She took a second to take in the apartment, her eyes falling on the queen-sized bed currently taking up most of the open space next to the kitchen.

She'd decided to bring it along even though it was a little too big for the space because mattresses had turned out to be way more expensive than she'd ever thought. Besides, the bed frame with it's missing chunks of wood about the size of Peter's fists... It had a lot of good memories tied to it. She smirked, nuzzling into him.

"And maybe a nap, if we can find the bed stuff...?" She proposed. Peter gave her a suspicious look over his shoulder as she started kissing down his neck.

"For a nap, huh?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah? Why else would I want us to find the sheets, Petey?" She asked innocently, biting down softly on his shoulder.

With a smirk on his face, he turned around in her embrace and put his hands on her waist.

"I can think of a dozen reasons that don't involve taking a nap..." He murmured.

"I bet you can, but just because your mind lives in the gutter doesn't mean that mine does..." Collin shrugged, twining her arms around his neck with a sparkle in her eye.