All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 2

Peter stood in line at Delmar's Deli and Grocery Store, a small basket in his hands as Ned stood off to the side, waiting for Peter to finish purchasing the food. The basket in his hand consisted of the various ingredients that Aunt May had told him to buy, along with the snacks he and Ned had decided on. But above them all, on the very top, in its rightful place, sat Aunt May's heavenly Girl Scout Thin Mints.

"Next!" a man exclaimed, waving his next customer on. Delmar sighed, his graying dark hair falling over his eyes before he swept it back over his head.

"Hey, Mr. Delmar," Peter said, a small smile on his face as he placed the basket on the counter.

Delmar instantly smiled at him, his heart feeling lighter at seeing his most frequent, and favorite, the customer. "Peter Parker!" he said.

"That's me," Peter said, folding his arms across his chest as he smiled at him.

"Haven't seen you here in a while. Thought you left me for Dave's Sandwich Shop a block or two from here," Mr. Delmar joked with him, reaching into the basket and pulling out the thin mints. He looked at Peter as he typed away on his cash register. "For your Aunt?" he asked.

"Yeah, she's cooking for us tonight," Peter replied with a quick gesture towards his friend behind him.

"You know, I was told that the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach," Mr. Delmar said amusingly, smiling at Peter.

"Yeah, unless it sends you to the hospital first," Peter quipped as each item was rung up and placed in a paper bag.

Delmar let out a deep, rich laugh at Peter's joke. Peter's heightened hearing focused all its power on that melodious laugh. It's genuine sound echoing through the shop as he rang up the last item.

"Well, if that's the case, maybe I'll have to reevaluate my life a bit, eh?" He asked Peter. "Twenty-one ninety-five is your total, kid," he told Peter.

The brown haired teen dug through his pocket before pulling out the money his aunt had given him. After Mr. Delmar put it in, the old man gave him his change and sent the two boys on their way. Peter smiled at the old man one last time before turning around and facing Ned.

"Let's go," he said, walking towards the door.

Ned followed him, grabbing the paper bag from him and putting it in his backpack to carry. Queens was bustling with movement as they walked down the streets. People walked in hurried steps, heels of every kind clacking against the sidewalk pavement as cars and buses drove down the streets, each passenger eager to get home after a long day of work. Even the bright blue sky seemed a bit busy with birds flying across it. Usually, Peter and Ned would take the bus, wanting to save time and energy, but it was so nice out. It was the middle of October, and who could say how long it would last before the colder northeastern weather came back?

That, and Aunt May didn't give us enough money to take the bus, sooo..., he reminded himself as they passed various stores on the way.

"What exactly is your aunt making?" Ned asked.

Peter's eyes widened as his head began to fill with tastes and images of past meals. Burned, undercooked, practically counting as a new species... any and every possibility was, literally, on the table when Aunt May was cooking.

"To be honest, I have no idea, but I know it's not going to be very good," he told Ned as they walked across the street.

They reached Peter's apartment building in no time, walking up the stairs to his front door. Peter knocked on it, head leaning in to catch any sound.