Not So Friendly Anymore

Chapter 21: A Fantastic Family Reunion

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Two Days Later

The soft hum of the city filtered through the soundproofed windows of Peter Parker's penthouse. The early morning sunlight crept through the curtains, casting warm golden streaks across the room. Peter stirred awake, stretching lazily. His body ached from patrols, but it was a familiar and oddly satisfying kind of soreness.

The quiet was broken by the sharp chime of the doorbell. Groaning, Peter rolled out of bed, his messy hair sticking out in all directions. He shuffled toward the door, rubbing his eyes. When he opened it, he froze in surprise.

Silver Sable stood there, radiant in a casual silver sweater and dark jeans, her signature confident smirk tugging at her lips.

"Surprise," she said, holding up a bag of pastries and a coffee tray.

Peter blinked, still processing. "Uh... morning to you too?"

"Is this how you greet your girlfriend after two days of radio silence?" she teased, stepping past him and into the penthouse.

Peter shut the door, scratching the back of his neck. "I didn't think you'd just show up unannounced."

She turned, raising an eyebrow. "Would you have preferred a phone call?"

"Point taken," he admitted, a small smile breaking through.

She placed the bag and coffee on the kitchen counter, looking around. "Still keeping this place spotless, I see."

"It's called having an assistant," Peter quipped, heading to the kitchen to grab plates.

They settled into breakfast together, Peter happily munching on a croissant while Sable sipped her coffee.

"So," she began, leaning her chin on her hand, "what's the plan for today?"

"Plan?" Peter raised an eyebrow. "I didn't even know you were coming. You tell me."

"Well," Sable said, smirking, "I thought we'd do something normal. No symbiotes, no supervillains, no drama. Just us."

Peter chuckled. "Normal? You sure you're okay with that? I didn't think 'normal' was in your vocabulary."

"Neither is 'day off,' but here we are," she shot back playfully.

They spent the next couple of hours indulging in the rare luxury of being just a couple. They cleaned up breakfast together, though Peter cheekily flicked some water at her while washing dishes, earning a mock glare. They lounged on the couch, flipping through channels, laughing at bad commercials, and even debated over what movie to watch later.

At one point, Sable wandered over to the window, looking out at the city skyline. "You know," she said, her voice softer, "it's nice to see you like this."

"Like what?" Peter asked, walking up behind her.

"Relaxed. Happy." She turned to face him. "You've been through so much, Peter. You deserve this."

Peter's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Yeah... I guess it's nice to breathe a little."

She reached up, brushing a hand against his cheek. "You're allowed to, you know. You don't always have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders."

Peter leaned into her touch, his smile this time genuine. "Guess I have you to remind me."

They stood there for a moment, the city bustling below them, as the rest of the world faded