Iᥒto Thᥱ Sριdᥱr 【Peter Parker | Avengers】

Our Brave Warrior

"Pete?" May called, peering from behind the walls as her long brunette hair fell on her shoulders. Her face was framed with her round glasses. She saw the boy, standing with his back facing hers. Steady, firm, and strong. Everything the boy had been through, May could see it clearly how broad his shoulders was. She walked a little towards the boy, then gently tapping his back a little. When their eyes met, Peter showed her with his genuinely smile, his eyes squinted a bit.

"Are you ready, darling?" May asked, her voice was so gentle and calm, it made Peter swarmed in it and how comfortable he was by the familiarity of her voice. God, Peter remembered those days again and how he had to maintain himself to not have another mental breakdown right now. At least not today.

"Yeah," Peter answered, a bit hesitant to himself as he looked down on his feet.

May understood. She raised Peter alone for the past years after Ben passed away. She knew what kind of a person Peter was. A caring, most lovable human being May ever seen. She knew what kind of grief Peter was having, and she promised him that she would stay by himself no matter what happened. Richard and Mary had trusted their little boy to her and Ben, and there was no way in this world she was going to give up on her last treasures. It was just a pity how both Richard and Mary could not spend the rest of their life with their lovely boy. To May, Peter was a gift, represented by the god. So she took the boy on her embrace, let him smell her scent. The smell of jasmine that Peter had been familiar with. Wherever he went, May's scent would always be remembered.

She let Peter be comfortable with their hug. Once it was done, she could see the tears began arisen in his eyes as he secretly wiped it away. Replacing it by a faint smile and a little laugh. How much May missed that kind of laugh. How her night was filled with prays to the god to save her baby boy. To let her nephew back to her. She ran her hand through Peter's curly hair. The one that May proudly admitted it was inherited from his mother. Her eyes then fell to the thing Peter was holding. Something that had been distracting him from hearing May's calls earlier. She warmly smiled as she held Peter's hand under her grip and patting it lightly.

"I see that you're listening it again," she spoke, a matter of fairly as she stared at the thing. Memories flashes behind her mind, remembering those she had loved the most. The person who would love Peter dearly.

Peter sighed, a small smile appeared on his face as his brown hazel eyes locked to the thing. "I love listening to it whenever I'm nervous," he touched the surface of the small wood box. Soft, and an engraving of a name was carving in it.

"Of course you are," her smile grew larger as she observed the little boy. His eyes was turned into the soft one as he admiring the music box adoringly.

It was a little gift that May was going to give to Peter long time ago. But since the event of disintegration, and she knew that her nephew was missing, she could not give it to him. It was a music box. Created by none other than Richard and Mary Parker. Richard had always been interested in science. But his skill and taste in music was never fade away. He found his way to create a music box. But the one who sang the song what Mary Parker. She was singing an old song, a lullaby that her mother used to sing it to her. Now after Peter was brought back to May, on his birthday, May was finally able to give it to him. The last thing Peter's parents left him.

"What kind of song is this?"

"Oh, it's an old song. Mary's mother loved to sing it to her when she was a little girl."

"Do you know the meaning?" Peter asked her, his eyes were suddenly filled with curiosity and how Ben would laugh everytime he saw those big Bambi eyes staring at him whenever the little boy begged him.

May shook her head, "sorry, darling. I don't speak French."

Peter chuckled, "it's okay. I don't." his eyes was observing the little box again. "I'm just happy that mom and dad at least left me something of them."