Spiderman Homecoming aftermath

Rough starts

Peters POV

Dinner with Aunt May was quiet again tonight. She still seemed to be in a bit of shock from the reveal two nights ago. Matter of fact, ever since the talk about me being spiderman, she had been pretty quiet and solemn.
Except, of course, for the occasional questions she would ask; Questions like, "have you ever confronted armed men? Do the webs come from your skin or something else? Could the bite from the spider get infected?" And then there was my favorite, one that Ned asked when he first found out as well, "Do you... do you lay eggs?"
It took everything I had not to laugh when I answered Mays serious question.
Pulling my thoughts back to dinner, I decided to break the silence,
"Soooo has Tony gotten back to you about who my...'body guard' will be?"
I hated the thought of someone watching over me, but if that's what it took to make May happy, then that's what'll be done.
Aunt May straitened up and looked at me for the first time during dinner, "Yes, he didn't share specifics about who he is or what he can do, but he found someone who will be able to watch you, even while you're at school." She paused for a moment to take a bite of her food, "Which I really appreciate since you've made it a habit to get yourself in trouble at school and ditch classes." She eyed me shaking her finger,"I won't have that anymore."
I sighed. This sucks. I litterally had a babysitter. "So when do we meet him?" I breathed out, trying to see positive in the situation.
"Tomorrow afternoon, while your at school, he and Happy are coming over to talk about the specifics. And don't you be moaning and groaning." Aunt May tossed her hair over her shoulder, giving me a half forced smirk "you should be so so grateful that you're getting partner for your dangerous endeavors." She said the "dangerous endeavors" in a dramatic voice. I could tell that she was doing her best to lighten the mood. She knew this was rough one me, but she had to do it because she cared.
I nodded half heartedly and shoved a big bite of mashed potatoes in my mouth, ending our conversation. I just hoped the 'body guard' cared as much as Happy did, then I could really get my spiderman stuff done.

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Edalyn's POV

I woke up to Happy's, not very happy, voice as he grumbled, "Hey, Ed, we're here, help me grab your million bags." I opened my eyes and quickly snapped back to reality.
I was going to be a high schooler.
I practically gagged at the thought and lazily drug myself out of the car, helping Happy carry in a couple of my many suitcases.
I lifted my eyes to see a humble apartment complex which will be hard to get used to since I've been living in large buildings like the past two avenger towers. I sighed and hauled my suitcases with Happy up to the 4th floor to the door that matched the #47 that was written on the paper.
I reached the top of the stairs before happy, and not wanting to knock without him, I waited. He was completely out of breath by the time he reached the top.
"Really, Ed? Five suitcases?"
"What? Five? I swear I only packed four!"
"Well four really isn't much better."
"Which one is-"
The couple must've heard our conversation from the inside because before we even knocked, the door flew open, silencing both Happy and I. The man who opened the door greeted us with a bright smile then turned to look at me
"Well you must be Edalyn!"
I plastered a smile on my face and managed a nod. The man looked like he was in his forties, he had frameless glasses and curly black hair. He was pretty short for a guy and was just about as tall as me.
"Well, I'm Brock Winstead, my wife is inside making dinner. Please, come in!"
I suddenly felt self conscious of all the suit cases I had, especially when it was such a small apartment.
I was taken out of my train of thoughts when I was suddenly embraced in a tight hug and rocked back and forth quickly. After a bit, a petite little blonde released me from the hug but kept her hands on my shoulders. Her eyes were a soft, dark brown and she smelled like vanilla ice-cream.
She pushed me back to get a good look at me and scanned me from my head, down to my toes and back up again
"Well arnt you just a vision! Look at those baby blue eyes!" She gasped, "and your hair! It's so long and beautiful! You're a lucky girl to be able to have naturally blonde hair like that." I thanked her and genuinely smiled, this woman gave me the sort of comfort and the happy feelings that you would get from cute little grannies giving out cookies; however, like Mr. Winstead, she was still pretty young. I guessed early 40s.
"Cassie, at least introduce yourself before mauling her," Mr. Winstead laughed.
Mrs. Winstead just smiled and playfully hit her husbands shoulder, "Well I don't need to now cause you just did," she turned back to Happy and I, "are you two sweeties hungry?" I smiled and opened my mouth to reply, but Happy was faster
"Yes, we indeed are." He said, still out of breath from the stairs. He practically dropped my suitcases and made a b-line for the small but comfortable kitchen. I turned to Mr. Winstead, "would it be alright if I put my stuff away first?" He beamed at me and grabbed my two bigger suitcases, "of course, of course! I'll show you your room and just feel free to join us when you're ready!"
I smiled thankfully at him and grabbed my backpack, smaller suitcase, and the mystery suitcase. I followed him down a very short hallway to a room on the right. It was small but neat and clean and the smell that was in the room reminded me of market stores during Christmas time. Mr. Winstead left me to my room, leaving behind a key for privacy. I took a deep breath and plopped down on my new bed. A small smile spread over my face, maybe this won't be too bad after-all