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2.) Promises Can Be Broken: Peter Parker

PETER PARKER - SPIDER-MAN

July 7th, 2017, Queens

After coming back home from the Avenger's base, I know exactly what I want to do.

Take a nap.

But I am a little hungry...

"May? Can we start making lunch now?"

I wait for a few seconds, but get no reply. That's a bit strange. She's usually home by now; her shift ended an hour ago.

Shrugging it off, I open my bedroom door, wanting to do a swan dive onto my mattress as soon as possible. My hunger can wait. However, I'm caught off-guard when I spy a brown paper bag lying on my bed. There's writing on it.

This belongs to you. - TS Is scrawled on the front of the bag.

A smile that goes from ear-to-ear appears on my face as I recognize the initials and slanted handwriting. Mr. Stark. My jaw drops and I end up doing the swan dive anyway, happiness flooding my senses. Ripping apart the tape, I look down and gasp; even though I already knew what was going to be there. It's the suit Mr. Stark made for me. Did Christmas come early?

    I call out again. "May?"

No response.

I figure it's safe and hurriedly take off my clothes, excited to be in the amazing ensemble again. After moving around and adjusting the web shooters, I gingerly rip off the mask to breath. Nothing has ever felt so right.

    The sun is shining through my window and I contemplate sneaking out. Who knows if there are any bike thieves or lost ladies? I need to help the people in Queens. I need to be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man again, and now I'm a little more prepared. Or a lot more.

"What the fuck?"

    Oh no. My eyes widen at the familiar voice.

Turning around, I see none other than Aunt May, standing at my bedroom doorway. There's absolute shock on her face as she goggles my outfit. Crap. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"May! I can explain!" I hurriedly chuck the mask onto my bed and try to take off the suit, but it's a bit hard to do so since it's skin-tight. Dang it, Mr. Stark.

    "Y-You're that boy on the news." Her eyes travel up and down, up and down before finally landing on my face.

    I nod and try to gulp down the nervousness in my throat. "I am."

    "You fight crime." It's more of a statement than a question.

    "I do."

    Now her hands are on her hips. "You could've gotten hurt."

    I look at my feet, hearing the worry and disappoint behind her words. "I could have."

Betraying me, a slideshow of memories plays in my mind. Aunt May would die if she knew Mr. Stark let me fight the Avengers. The Avengers. Heavy emphasis on those two words.

    "Peter," she starts. I don't reply, since my toes are still very interesting. I brace myself for a lecture, a suit-ban, and being grounded. "I understand."

    "What?" Now that was something I wasn't expecting. It's almost more shocking than a suit-ban.

    "How do you feel when you're that―" she waves her hand in the air, "―Spider-Boy?"

    I shake my head, a smile on my face. "Spider-Man," I correct. Her brown eyes are patient as she raises her eyebrows, urging me to continue. "I-I don't know. I like helping people. And if you do what I can do, and you don't stop bad things from happening," I take a deep breath, "then they happen because of you."

    There's a short silence before I hear her dejected sigh. Beaming, Aunt May runs a hand through my hair and pulls me into a hug―one that's tighter then usual. "I'm proud of you, Peter. Your parents would be, too." She steps back and gives me a look, "Don't think that this conversation is over, though. It's to be continued."

    My parents. I barely remember them, but it makes me happy to imagine them watching over me. "Thanks, May. And we will have a long talk about this, don't worry."

I grin cheekily, knowing that my powers of persuasion—also known as giving her a pout and puppy eyes—will win over my aunt. I hope that my biological parents are watching over me from somewhere and smiling down at their son, as proud of me as May and I think they are.

    "I larb you," she whispers, breaking the tension. We both laugh at our inside joke. "Just promise me you won't get hurt, or try your best not to."

"I promise."

At this, she gently pulls away. I watch Aunt May close the door.

"Dinner will be ready soon," she calls before walking off.

"I larb you too!" I yell in response. Her response was surprising, but I suppose nothing in my life is very predictable anymore.

Her chuckles get further and further as she walks towards the kitchen. The suit is starting to get a little suffocating, so I carefully take it off and put it back in the paper lunch bag Mr. Stark gave me.

I promise.

Hey y'all, sorry this chapter was a bit short! Anyways, this chap. is from Spider-man: Homecoming's end scene, and I hope you loved it. Do you think Tom Holland is the best Spidey? (In my opinion, Tobey Maguire was great at portraying Peter Parker and Andrew Garfield was a good Spider-Man; but Tom Holland plays both well!)

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Next chapter will be in Natasha/Black Widow's perspective.