IronDad & Just Dumb Stuff

May's A Queen™

May always dated the worst guys. Abusive alcoholics. Insane druggies. And if they were normal and nice to her, they were mean and cruel to Peter and May would leave them in a heart beat.

Well, there was that girl that one time. She was nice to everyone all the time. When she was high.

Peter wished May wouldn't leave the nicer ones though. He wanted her to stay with them, Peter could take a little bullying.

But the others? Peter hated them. They would breakup with May when they've had enough of her, when it wasn't fun to hit her anymore.

The yelling. The fighting. May's cries at night. When she wasn't crying she was screaming stop or a safeword that was ignored by her "partner".

They hurt May. They hurt Peter. And he's had enough.

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It was midnight and Peter lay awake, shaking in his bed. A one sided fight being screamed in the kitchen. Whoever May was currently dating- Peter didnt like to learn their names- was screaming at her because the thermostat was at 79° instead of 80°.

Peter never intervened. He had superstrength after all, he would probably kill the guy in blind rage. Plus he would scare May and-

Glass smashed. May screamed.

Peter flew up from his bed and ripped his door off the hinges. His web-shooters were on and ready. Running into the kitchen he saw May on the floor picking up pieces if glass while crying and her big ugly boyfriend standing above her with crossed armes and a less than impressed facial expression.

When the guy turned to Peter he made a 'tch' sound and said "Go back to bed boy. This doesn't concern you.". That was it. That was the last straw.

Peter took a running leap at the guy, shooting a web at the ceiling to get more leverage as he swung his legs into the guy's stomach, knocking him to the floor. Peter landed on the man's stomach, his legs on either side of the man's abdomen.

Peter heard May scream but he has to take care of the guy before he can help her.

"You! Don't! Deserve! Her!". With every word Peter screamed he punched the man in the face. Peter was putting all his strength and rage into his fists. The hate he felt for the man beneath him. The hate for the past relationships May's brought home. The hate for the way they treat May.

The man reached his hands up around Peter's neck and threw him off. Peter landed on the floor near May. He only had time to look at her before he web shot the man's legs to the ground before he could stand up. "What the hell is this!?" The man yelled.

"No one will believe you!" Peter yelled back as he kicked him right in the face, breaking his nose. Peter took his shock as an opportunity to grab the man's shoulders and push off the ground, with a death grip on his shoukders flipped over him and slammed him into the ground. Peter quickly jumped up to his feet, ready. The man struggled to get to his own feet but got their quickly enough.

Peter threw the first punch, the man actually dodged and struck Peter. Peter was going to play dirty. When the man threw another punch, Peter grabbed his fist and covered it in webbing, shorting the webbing to the wall across the room so the man couldn't use it. But he threw his other fist and got Peter in the face.

"Peter!" May screamed, she sounded scared. Peter wanted to hold her and protect her and tell herbeverything was ok but he couldn't, not right now.

Peter kicked the man in the chest hard enough to knock him back on his back and while he was down Peter was back on top of him punching him in the face repeatedly. Peter actually thought the man's face looked better this way. All bloody and swollen.

"You! Deserve! This! Not! Her!" Peter screamed at him, tears ran down his face as he yelled and punched. "You're! Human! Garbage! Get out of our house! Get out of our life!".

"PETER! Peter Stop!" May screamed.

Peter stopped.

He could feel the man still breathing under him, just barely.

Peter's breaths were heavy and fast, his face was wet and his fists bloody.

So he stood, opened the window, and grabbed May (despite her protests) and jumped.

She screamed even when they were just easily swinging between the buildings. But Peter could barely hear her. He just needed to get her away from there. From him.

Eventually he landed them on a rooftop somewhere. He let her go and she fell to her knees, probably out of shock. Peter just stood next to her, shaking just as bad as her. His knuckles hurt. His heart hurt.

"W-w-what was that Peter?" May asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Why do you date people like that?" Peter asked in a voice more demanding than curious.

"Peter what the hell was that?" May sounded more worried than scared.

Peter was crying. May was crying. Peter was scared. May was scared. Peter fell to his knees like May and lay his head on her lap. He let the ugly cry escape him. "I'm sorry May. I'm sorry. I just wanted to protect you. I'm sorr-y-y-y!" Peter cried out.

May hesitated for a minute but combed her fingers through his hair like she did when he was little and ran into her room because he had a nightmare. "Shh. Shh. It's alright Pete. I'm ok. You're ok".

Peter sat up and wiped his face on his arm before looking at his aunt. "Why do you date the worst people May? You can do so much better. You deserve so much better. You're a queen, act like one." Peter said to her.

She wiped her own tears before speaking, "I guess you're right. I do have bad taste.".

It was quiet between them for a moment. Just sniffles and New York City traffic.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way." Peter said, shrugging and managing a half smile.

May shrugged too, "Was I ever going to find out?".

"I don't know." Peter whispered.

May held his face with both hands and brought his forehead to her lips, pressing a light kiss to it. "Thank you Peter.".

Peter wrapped his arms around her and put his head on her shoulder, she did the same.

"I love you."

"I love you too."