Along Came A Spidey

CHAPTER 19

A little more than 5 chapters...I might do till 30 chaps if I feel like describing the whole month they're living together. It doesn't really matter. No ones likes this story, anyway. 

June 1st

Peter's birthday was a Saturday (idk if it actually was and I'm too lazy to check). I hadn't seen him all day cuz I was hanging out with my parents and Salman(who I was gonna miss more than anything) as I wasn't gonna see them for a month.

In the evening, I left for a while to give him his gift. He wasn't having a birthday party due to his erratic schedule. All I knew about his day was he and Ned were binging on all sci fi movies.

Aunt May opened the door. She looked very pretty in high waisted trousers and a blue full sleeve tank top. I admit, I had a bit of a girlcrush on her when I was younger. 

"Hey, honey. Come on in. Ned just left." She ushered me in.

"Oh, too bad. I like nerding out together. Um, is Peter here?"

She pursed her lips. "Some robbery in Midtown. He said he'll be back soon. You're welcome to wait in his room." She looked older and more worried than she ever had. I suddenly realised how painful this must be for her. Her only family left, a son to her, risking his life every day for people who could turn on him in an instant. I felt sympathy for her and anger towards Peter for being so selfless and self righteous.

"Thanks, May." I smiled at her and walked into Peter's room. She definitely didn't know about our 'illicit trysting' if she'd let us alone in a room. Or maybe she knew? ....

A while later Peter appeared. I gave him a once over. He didn't look any different. No wounds or cuts or bruises besides the few hickeys I gave him almost daily. 

"Oh, hey." He said. I kept looking him up and down, scanning for injuries. "You don't need to keep looking over me, the marks on my body I have right now are the ones you've given. And old scars." He rolled his eyes. He stepped out of his suit and put on a shirt. 

"Yeah, well I need to care about my boyfriend when he goes out to flirt with death everyday. And happy birthday, Peter." I wished as I walked towards him and hugged him. He hugged back as he murmured 'thanks'.

"Um, your gift." I said as I handed it to him.

"Oh, yeah!" He said, all excited.

"A Darth Vader helmet. It's, erm...really nice...but, see.." He gulped.

I rolled my eyes. "You're a coward. I know you have another helmet like this. But...oh, just put it on."

"Ok." He said and put it on.

"What do I..oh!" His sentence ended on a very happy note. "You got me a VOICE CHANGER helmet!!?? I don't have one like that! I love you so much!" 

"It's a little weird hearing James Earl Jones saying 'I love you'...but, I love you." I laughed.

"Do you want to go on a date tonight? 8-ish? We haven't had a night out in ages." He said.

"And the reason for no dates is you, Mister. Well, the nights in have been pretty fun. ." I waggled my eyebrows.

"That they have. That they have." He winked at me.

"So, a date? Promise you won't cancel this one?" I asked with my pinky finger out at him.

"Well, I'm not the planner for crimes, you know..." He trailed off.

I rolled my eyes. "Pick me up at 8, clumsy. Happy Birthday again." I kissed his cheek once more and left. Or was going to when he shot out a web and pulled me towards him.