May pulls Peter aside a moment as the two move to leave her dwelling after being well fed by the older woman who decided they where both in need of extra helpings. She by now was unfazed by her nephews appetite and rather found it normal.
To how oddly one would look at the meal with the diverse metabolisms sitting at the oak table in Aunt May's small dinning room. The small petite appetite of the older woman seeming minuscule compared to the super metabolism of the mercenary to who was put eaten by Peter's own off-the-wall appetite. Or would it be on-the-wall? Spider an everything- you know what? Never mind.
" He's a very interesting young man." May tells Peter, her hand on his arm. " Are you okay?" She asks sending a glance towards his timer.
Peter also looks at the steady display as he recalls the news arrivals, interviews on television, Tony's rant, anything referring to the incident.
Peter didn't understand what had happened really. Now he could hardly even recall any memories of him actually doing his devastating actions that had really injured his reputation as Spider-Man. Peter wasn't sure if his reaction to the threat the criminal had done was a one time thing that wouldn't ever happen again or he'd at least be able to control himself, or if he would attack Someone again. Though truly down Peter knows the reason. He feels the reason. And the reason isn't only just affecting his actions, it's affecting everything about him. The longer he contains it the worse it'll be.
What if he really did injure someone next time? What would he do? What would Wade do? Or the avengers? Would they lock him up? Put him in a containment cell? Would they try to separate him from Wade? They can't do that, t
" I'm perfectly fine." Peter says with a smile towards his aunt to reassure her. He doesn't realize the his expression reveals his dark possessive thoughts of his Soulmate that sends his aunt into a small dip of doubt wondering if she is worrying for the right person.
~~~~~~~~~~~May~~~~~~~~~~
" Peter you behave." She musters the warning with a motherly tone.
Aunt May had seen this look in her nephews eyes only twice before. The day the police had showed up to their home to deliver the heartbreaking news that May had received once earlier by the pained cry of her mystic device strapped to her wrist. Peter had that predator gleam in his eyes when the orbs had takin in the profile picture of the man that had killed Ben. The last time she saw it was when Peter had come home late one night like he had all the rest. He was bloodied and bruised but he held a content smile on his face as his eyes held the predatory glint. He had told her everything was finally okay without explanation to what he was talking about before he retreated to his room for the rest of the night.
The next morning she received a call saying that Ben's murmurer had been killed and found the next day. They didn't deliver any details on the death, only stating it was confidential and they where only allowed to inform her of the deceased man.
Peter had been more himself then she had ever seen him after that for a long time. That was until he started to deteriorate again. He has only ever recovered from the state once since, and that was two years ago after Mary Jane's death. Disputes her Son's depression at the list of his friend she had noticed how he looked better, was as cold, his blood seemed to fully flow through his limbs again, even after coming home late he would be wide awake in the morning. If only MJ's death Haden't been early on his mind May Would have been happy for her boy. Though by the time he had pushed the red head out of his mind he had deteriorated once again, no longer seeming in complete health even if he wasn't sickly by any means.
Peter smiles. " Don't worry Aunt May." He says before giving her a small hug. She watches as he goes and takes his palace next to his waiting soulmate. Watching as his hand wraps gently around the scarred man's with care.
May watches as they walk away. The way Peter exchanges a meaningful glance with his other, the glint in his eyes still there though ever so slightly different compared to her memories of the look.
She could only pray for Wade if something was truly wrong.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Peter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" Tony I don't take pictures of Spider-Man anymore. I work for you. " Peter says in annoyance.
" Parker I know that. So if I hire you to take pictures of him will you? I promise I'll pay you flute times as much as you made as freelance. "
" That's not exactly an impressive amount." Peter notes.
" Good lord. How much do I pay you?"
" It's more of a ' How bad did they pay you' question." Peter says. " The paycheck I got from the Bugal hardly could pay for two of my collage textbooks. I don't even know how I didn't get his possessions dragged out onto the street because of how far behind he was on rent and bills.
" Wow. I can see why you decided to get a new job." Stark says seeming impressed with the sad fact.
" That and I want a job that is sort of in my range of what I'm going to school for."
" Tell you what kid. You bring me pictures of Spider-Man and I Pay for your schooling." Tony says looking at Peter.
Peter freezes in his task, Banner also stoping to look up from his work on a different work station to se what was going to come out of this Offer.
Peter slowly sets down his beaker before looking at Stark.
So. Watcha guys thinking? What are you thinking is going on or will happen after reading this chapter.
I'm finally getting to part of the main plot in this story. How exciting. And it's actually not even really a main plot, there are like three main plots and a billion mini ones in here if you haven't noticed
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FanfictionAlmost everyone receives a stopwatch. It counts down to the very second that one will come face to face with their soulmate. It is supposed to be one of the most precious things anyone will ever possess. Peter has a Stopwatch. He hates it. He hates...