Spiderman Ideas( Oneshot)

Queen's Gambit

PARKER RESIDENCE 

QUEENS

A sleek, white sports car pulls up quietly to a small, well-kept suburban house in Queens. The late afternoon sun glints off the car's pristine surface as the engine purrs to a stop. The door swings open, and out steps a tall, blonde woman dressed in a fitted white turtleneck paired with a pearl necklace that rests elegantly against her collarbone. Her knee-length white skirt sways slightly as she straightens up, and her white heels click softly against the pavement.

With a confident stride, the woman approaches the front door of the small house. She pauses briefly, looking around at the quiet neighborhood before raising her hand to knock. The sound of her knuckles rapping against the wood is sharp and decisive.

A few moments later, the door opens to reveal May Parker. Her kind eyes, framed by a few strands of gray hair, widen in surprise as she takes in the sight of the young woman standing before her.

"Hello, can I help you?" May asks, her voice tinged with confusion.

The blonde woman smiles warmly, though there's a hint of something knowing in her gaze. "Mrs. Parker, my name is Emma Frost. I'm an old friend of Peter's from high school."

May's eyes narrow slightly as she searches her memory, trying to place the name. "Emma Frost..." she repeats, her tone uncertain. "I don't think Peter ever mentioned you."

Emma's smile softens as she glances past May into the house, as if looking for something—or someone. "It's been a while," she admits. "But I'm in town for a bit and thought I'd reconnect. Is Peter home?"

May hesitates, still unsure, but there's something about Emma that makes her step aside. "He is,  you're welcome to wait inside while I call him."

Emma nods graciously. "Thank you, Mrs. Parker. I appreciate it."

As Emma steps inside, May closes the door behind her, her mind still turning over the unexpected visit. There was something unsettling about this young woman, but May couldn't quite put her finger on it. For now, though, she'd offer her hospitality—and keep a close eye on her guest.

As May gestures Emma inside, the young woman gracefully steps into the cozy living room. Emma's sharp blue eyes sweep across the room, taking in the modest yet well-loved space. Her gaze lingers briefly on a small stack of bills scattered on the coffee table, alongside papers with job listings circled in red ink. Emma doesn't comment, but a knowing glint flashes in her eyes as May hurriedly moves to tidy up.

"Oh, I'm so sorry about the mess," May says, a touch flustered as she gathers the bills and papers. "I wasn't expecting company. Let me just clear this up and get you something to drink."

Emma gives a polite smile, sitting down on the edge of the couch. "Don't worry about it, Mrs. Parker. You have a lovely home."

May offers a grateful nod before disappearing into the kitchen to prepare refreshments. As she does, she calls out toward the staircase. "Peter! Peter, dear, come down! You have a visitor!"

Upstairs, there's a shuffling sound, and Emma listens quietly, waiting. Her attention briefly returns to the job listings, and she wonders just how much the Parker household has been struggling lately. She leans back, crossing her legs elegantly, her expression impassive but thoughtful.

Moments later, May returns, balancing a tray with a pitcher of lemonade and a few glasses. She sets it down on the now-cleared coffee table, brushing her hands together with an apologetic smile. "Here we go, dear. It's nothing fancy, but I hope it'll do."