MANHATTAN
10:00 AM
The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, gently waking Peter Parker in his Manhattan apartment. As he stirred from sleep, he found himself in the familiar surroundings of the place he shared with someone special. He looked at the frame that was placed at the table beside his bed, there was a photo on the table. He appeared in the photo with a blonde woman, both smiling at the camera. She was the woman he had married three years ago, known only to him and a select few.
With a sigh, Peter glanced at his cellphone and read the date. It was Christmas—traditionally a day filled with joy and togetherness. However, for the past three years, it had also been a day marked by her absence. Gone were the cherished memories of waking up to laughter and sharing precious moments, replaced instead by the isolating solitude that had now ingrained itself into his holiday routine.
Peter sat up, running a hand through his hair, a mixture of emotions crossing his face. He missed her warmth, her laughter, and the companionship they once shared. Her increasing responsibilities brought a bittersweet reality, and the absence of any news from her weighed heavily on his mind.
As he prepared for the day, the anticipation of spending Christmas at Aunt May's house provided a glimmer of solace. The tradition provided a sense of normalcy, serving as a reminder of family and the enduring bonds that withstand challenges.
Peter, donning a festive sweater and grabbing a cup of coffee, gazed out of the window at the Manhattan skyline. The city bustled with holiday activity, but his thoughts were of his wife whom he'd chosen to share his life with, wondering when she would reappear. With a determined exhale, he set forth, ready to face the day and find joy in the familiar comforts of Aunt May's house, hopeful that the mysterious spirit of Christmas would bring them together once more.
Today the entire city was in festive mood, no news of any criminal activities. Peter was happy that he can not be Spider-man for a single day and celebrate the evening with his aunt.
"Come on Peter, Aunt May might be waiting for you," he muttered to himself as he finished his coffee and went to freshen up.
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QUEENS
FEW HOURS LATER
After going on a short patrol around New York and greeting the Fantastic Family and Avengers he was standing in front of Aunt May's house in queens. On the crisp winter morning, Peter Parker, dressed in a cozy sweater, stood prepared to lend a helping hand to Aunt May to prepare the delightful Christmas dinner. The warm sunlight gently illuminated Aunt May's beautiful brownstone, setting the perfect ambiance for the festive occasion. The aroma of cinnamon and roasting turkey wafted through the air, enticing Peter as he approached the cozy kitchen.
Aunt May, adorned in a festive apron, greeted him with a warm smile. "Good morning, Peter! Ready to work some holiday magic in the kitchen?
Peter grinned, "Absolutely, Aunt May. Where do you need me?"
Aunt May handed him a bowl of potatoes and a peeler. "How about you start with these? We're going to need plenty of mashed potatoes for the feast."
With deft hands, Peter set to work, the rhythmic sound of the peeler against the potatoes becoming a festive percussion. As he worked, Aunt May busied herself with other preparations, providing gentle instructions and sharing stories of past Christmas dinners.As they worked side by side, the kitchen filled with laughter and the comforting scent of holiday spices. Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of joy, grateful for the opportunity to contribute to the festive atmosphere.
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