Something Immortal

Mine

        True to your word, nothing happened to you since you found out about Peter's secret identity as Spider-Man. Of course, it made you much more worried each night that he was out patrolling, but you soon discovered that things were pretty uneventful nowadays. It made you relax a bit, knowing that he was mostly dealing with petty criminals. Of course, if he let the crimes happen, he would probably have more business as a PI, but he shut that idea down quickly. You admired him for that, but you also wanted him to be able to make some money. After his last cases had been solved, business started to run slow again. He and May were mostly living off of eggs from the chickens, who were thriving off of the bugs that had appeared after they had fled from the dust bowl. You started to sneak twenty-dollar bills into his house, putting them in places that would make them think that they had just lost them, such as in the couch cushions or pants pockets. Peter obviously had his suspicions, but he didn't say anything, knowing that you wouldn't stop even after being caught.

The two of you spent nearly every single day together, as you had before you had gone missing. Except things were a bit different now. Instead of just acting like two friends going on a walk, the two of you would hold hands, embrace each other, whisper sweet nothings to each other one second and be fighting over the pronunciation of words the next. You would lay in the grass at the park, spending hours just talking about strange ideas and what the future would now mean depending on the different scenarios. You walked into Kevin Stewart's one day and he saw Peter give you a quick kiss on the cheek. Kevin started to laugh, and when you asked why, he just disappeared into the back, still laughing.

Life seemed to be at its peak of perfection. Peter was finally doing better and Kevin Stewart had hired him to work on Fridays. You continued your job as a canary but only went every so often and no longer did requests. Buddy didn't mind, of course. He still got quite a bit of money from when you did come to sing. Eventually, you would have to leave this job, but it was for the sake of Peter and the future that the two of you possibly had together. That was something else you had to keep on your mind. That it was only a possibility. Anything could happen. You had learned to not get your hopes up pretty early in life, but you still weren't entirely prepared if the day came that you couldn't or shouldn't be with Peter. But you never expressed these concerns to Peter. He had too much to worry about himself, anyway.

You woke up one morning to find that Peter had stuck a note in your window. This had become a regular habit of his, if he dropped by while you were asleep. Usually, it was just a report of what he did that night and a way to assure you that he was okay, but this one was different. The note told you to come to the front of Kevin Stewart's once his shift was over that evening. This wasn't so much of a strange request, as you usually went there to meet him after his shift, so it made you wonder why he was making sure you would be there. You got out of bed and ran down the stairs, where your mother was already sitting at the dining table.

"There you are. You slept through all three of the breakfast bells," she laughed.

"Did I? I didn't know that I had." You sat down next to her. "I'm not too late, am I?"

She shook her head, a smile on her face. "No, not at all."

You raised an eyebrow. "You seem keen this morning. What's happened?"

"Oh, nothing." But your mother's smile didn't go away, only getting bigger and more mysterious.

Deciding that your mother must just be having a good day, you turned to your breakfast and started to eat. It was muffins and fruit, something that was a delicacy to others. There wasn't much for you to do that day, so after you finished breakfast, you just spent the rest of your day working on a painting you had been working on for months now. It was probably the best painting you had ever made. The painting was based off a photograph that you and Peter had taken a photo booth, but you were adding color to it. It made you sad thinking about how Peter could never see your painting in the way you saw it, but it was something you wanted to give him anyways.

"Are you going to be in the art studio all night too, or are you going to go see Peter?" your mother suddenly asked from downstairs.

You looked up at the clock on the wall and realized that you had spent hours just working on the painting. Time had passed so quickly, and there was only fifteen minutes left in Peter's shift. Paint was on your fingertips and probably on your face too. You didn't even have time to change out of your art outfit, which was just an old beige dress that had gathered a lot of paint spatters and the smell of canvases over time. At this time, you really didn't care because Peter obviously wanted you to meet him at Kevin's store as soon as he got out, and you were going to be there. So you just washed your hands and you were out the door, messy bun and all. Of course, you could have gotten a ride from a passing carriage, but you preferred to walk. When you finally got to Kevin Stewart's, Peter was barely walking out the front door, his working apron still on and some kind of dust on his hands and in his hair. The both of you took one look at each other and burst out laughing.

"Well, you're togged to the bricks," you teased. "What happened?"

"We got a large order of flour and I had to unload it," Peter laughed. "You're lookin' sharp yourself, doll. Painting again?"

"Yep. Y'know me, Pete. Painting whenever I can." You stood on your tiptoes and brushed the flour out of his hair. "What did you call me for?"

"Well..." he suddenly seemed nervous, and that made you nervous as he ran his hand through his hair a few times. "It need to talk to you. It might be a brodie, but I need to ask..."

"What is it Pete?" you asked, tugging at the edges of your dress.

He suddenly knelt down, taking your hands. "I don't have a ring yet, but, Y/N...will you marry me?"

You gasped, pressing your hands to your mouth. "Pete...I...Yes. Yes!"

Peter stood up and hugged you, rocking you back and forth, laughing. Kevin suddenly walked outside.

"About time, you two crazy lovebirds! I thought you were about to fall over from how dizzy you were with each other!" he boomed.

"What do you mean, Kevin?" you laughed.

He shook his head. "I've been watching the two of you grow up and run around each other for eighteen years. It has been long enough. Come in, come in! We need to celebrate!"