SPIDER-MAN HAD TAKEN down a group of henchmen at one of Fisk's properties, which Yuri had informed him about. There were still several more around the city, so he had to find the time to take them down as well. Although Kingpin was in prison, he still had some pull in the city and operations running.
He had to put that on hold for now, though, as he needed to stop by May's place for dinner. Aside from the celebration they had at F.E.A.S.T., Y/N promised he'd see her and Anya in the evening. There were also going to be a few very special guests...
Y/N walked up the steps of the Queens-based home and rang the doorbell. In his civilian clothing, consisting of a blue Mets tee and jeans, he stood outside with his hands in his pockets as he waited.
The door opened moments later. It wasn't May as he expected, but the young man he had known since childhood. He smiled at him, and he reciprocated.
"Y/N!" Peter Parker greeted.
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"Pete!"
The two embraced before Y/N was let in. Peter closed the door behind him.
"It's great to see you, man." He said.
"Yeah. It's been like, what? A month?"
"I guess."
Y/N rubbed his neck. "Sorry about that. I've been busy, you know..."
"I get it," Peter replied. "That whole thing with Dr. Trainer. You are trying to better the world. It's what you do."
Y/N smiled. It was always nice to know Peter understood why he wasn't always around or able to hang out with him as much. Still, he harbored some guilt about not telling him that he was Spider-Man. Although the spell was reversed years ago, and people remembered him now, it didn't give Peter back the memories of Y/N being the hero.
Moments later, May peeked out of the kitchen and saw the two young men in the living room. She beamed as she dried her hands with a towel.
"Y/N. You get here all right?" She asked.
"Oh, it was no trouble." He answered, then went up to May and hugged her. "Oooh, I smell something good cooking."
At the same time, Y/N parted and looked into the kitchen. He saw Gwen cooking food at the stove, and her two-year-old son, Benji, was sitting at the dining table nearby with some crayons. Benji was short for Benjamin, which was a homage to Peter's uncle, Ben.
"Hey. Y/N." Gwen greeted from where she was. "I'd hug you, but this needs all my attention."
He chuckled. "No worries."
Gwen looked over her shoulder at the two-year-old. "Benji, say hi to your uncle."
