Spiderman Homecoming aftermath

The plan

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Peters POV

My tongue felt thick in my mouth as I sat with aunt May and Mr. Stark in the front room. Aunt Mays eyes were red and swollen, her hair a mess and her lips were pursed in a thin line. This was the day that I had never imagined to happen, the day I wasn't prepared for.
This was no game to May.
Even though that's how Tony decided to treat it as. He was wearing his kitten shirt with casual jeans, and though they were inside, he had yet to remove his sunglasses. He was slouching into the couch and reading a magazine that any parent or guardian would disapprove of.

After a solid five minutes of uncomfortable silence, Tony broke the ice, sitting up and slapping the magazine of the coffee table.
"Wow. Knew this day would come but not this soon, guess the kid isn't too bright when it comes to keeping identity under the radar; y'know, he's not really the quiet, discre-"
Then aunt May lost it.
"Shut up." Her voice was steady and cold but it rose with every word she spoke, "Do not go there with me right now!" Pointing to her chest, she spat at him, "I am his Aunt, I deserve to know when he's in trouble, where he's at, how safe he is! And you!! You knew this all along, and not a word to me about it! How-how.. how am I supposed to take care of him when he's flying around, blowing up buildings! Diving headfirst into danger bigger than him! Tony, these things are bigger than him!! He's just a kid, Tony!! A fifteen year old kid!! And this 'internship' thing with him?! Behind my back?! I could've lost him so many times! I-I.."
Aunt Mays voice got shakier, and tears started forming in her eyes. She stood up and walked a couple feet away, her back towards Tony and I. I could hear her quiet sobs as she whispered
"Haven't I lost enough?"
My stomach knotted up with guilt and I looked away from her, ashamed.
She deserved better than this.
Tony's face was much more serious, his eyebrows knitted in thought. He glanced to me and back at Aunt May then he whipped off his sunglasses and patiently waited.
I started to say something, but Tony placed a hand on my shoulder and while looking at May, he shook his head.
We sat there for what seemed like hours.
I tried to think of all the different things I could say but none of it was enough.
Finally, aunt May walked back over and sat down, her face was stained with tears but her eyes were softer.
She looked at me and grabbed my hand with both of hers, "Peter, I want you to be completely honest with me, no more lies and no more excuses." I looked reluctantly into her eyes and nodded.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again, looking strait into my own.
"Why are you doing this. Was it all Mr. Starks idea, has he set you up? Was this all his plan? Is it for money? Fame? .... or is this something more?" She sighed, annoyed with her own questions, "what I'm trying to ask, Pete, is why, why would you hide this from me?"
I was speechless, my mouth went dry and I glanced at Tony. He looked pretty offended, and seemed preoccupied with his own thoughts. I looked back at May. The last thing I wasted to tell her was the truth. The truth about uncle Ben and how I was involved when he died. We never talked about him anymore. We didn't even keep his pictures up, it just hurt May too much.
I took in a deep breath and opened my mouth, closed it, and looked down. Then, without warning, the words started tumbling out. They were quick and jumbled but they were there.
I told her about uncle Ben, about what he said to me and how I got angry at him. I told her how I could've saved him. How I could've stopped the man who would later shoot him. I told her how I met Mr. Stark soon after, and about how he started mentoring me. I told her about the fight with cap, I told her about Toomes, about his illegal weapons and the danger he was. I told her about beating him, about how I knew I was more without the suit than I was with it. Lastly, I told her that I wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop. Tears were in her eyes when I told her Uncle Bens words,
"with great power, comes great responsibility"