VIOLET KNIGHT 》 PETER PARKER [1]

so sorry. [3.3]

"You know I can't be angry with you for that."

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"May?!" Peter called as he entered the apartment, dropping his bag on the floor as he slipped off his shoes and coat. May walked out of the kitchen, apron on and hair tied up high into a topknot.

"What's going on, Pete?" She asked, taking in how he looked nervous, his brown eyes wide.

"I finally got a second date with Cora, and it's in an hour and a half!" He exclaimed, his aunt's eyes brightening along with his. "So, I kind of need your help because the first date was here and at that time, it was acceptable for me to wear pajamas."

For the next hour, May helped Peter get ready. He made sure she knew it was just a casual date, so she didn't try too hard.

"Don't gel your curls down!" May said, taking the small container from Peter hand.

"May, I hate them!"

"But Cora loves them." May argued back, setting the container back into the bathroom cabinet.

"How do you know that?" Peter asked curiously, trying to fix the mixture of waves and soft curls that he had.

"I know that because whenever you two hang out here and watch a movie or something, she's playing with your curls. Leave them out." May insisted, and pushed him out of the bathroom. "It's nearly 7 oclock! You've gotta catch the train there."

"I know, I know!" Peter said quickly as he made his way over to the door, and put on his shoes and jacket again, and his backpack. He took that thing with him everywhere. "Bye, May!"

"Bye, have fun!"

Peter was walking down the sidewalk, on his way to the train, when the goosebumps trailed up his arms and his face and chest tightened. Something was going on, and he couldn't ignore it. He only got that feeling when it was something bad.

He sighed and ducked into an alley, pushing up the sleeve of his jacket to show the web shooter on his right wrist. Pressing a small button, and miniature holographic screen popped up, telling him there was a kidnapping on 52nd street.

"No, no, no, why tonight?" Peter groaned in frustration, turning and walking further down the alley to change into his suit. Why did this have to be happening tonight?

Cora was already at Cookie Cafè, patiently waiting for Peter. She checked the time on her phone, 7:02pm. Being 2 minutes late wasn't really considered late, so she wasn't upset. She just took a sip of her hot chocolate, and waited for him to get there.