The New Spider-Woman (Book 1)

6 - Sugar

Saturday, January 18th - 8:10 am 

I sat up in bed and grabbed my phone. 

I texted Peter and asked if he was up.

Peter:
Yeah, what's up?

Me:
Meet me on the rooftop?

Peter:
Sure

I grabbed my hoodie and one of my blankets and went out onto the fire escape. I climbed up the fire escape and up to the roof. I got up there just as Peter landed. 

I sat down on the edge. 

Peter pulled his mask off. "You ok?" He asked, sitting down next to me.

I sighed. "Yeah, just woke up and couldn't fall back asleep."

He put his hand on my shoulder.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes watching the busy street below.

"What time is it?" I asked quietly. 

Peter shrugged. 

"It's cold," I mumbled. 

Peter moved closer and wrapped his arms around me. His arms were hot compared to the below-freezing air. 

"How are you so warm?" 

"Our suits have heaters in them. Mr. Stark didn't tell you?" 

"He gave me a manual, I haven't read it yet."  

Peter chuckled. "You hungry?" 

"Yeah, very." 

"I can run to the store and grab some donuts?"

I hummed as if I was thinking about it. "How about I make some french toast?" 

"That sounds a lot better than maple bars." He laughed, standing up. 

I stood up and almost slipped off the building. Peter grabbed my waist and pulled me up against him. 

"Careful," He whispered

"T-thanks, Pete." 

"Are you ok?"

I nodded as I sidestepped further onto the building. "Um, french toast. I'm guessing you'll want bacon too?" I spoke nervously.

"If you want to make it."

Peter climbed down the fire escape with me until we reached my window. 

"I'm gonna swing home and change real quick. Just get everything ready and I can help when I get back." 

I nodded before I climbed into my room. 

I watched Peter put his mask back on and swing away. 

I went out to the living room and saw a note on the coffee table. I picked it up. 

Got called in for surgery at 7. Should be home around 1. Left some money in case you wanna order lunch. Love you! ~ Mom
P.S. Your brother is coming over around 10 to pick up some boxes from the closet. He doesn't have a key so you'll have to let him in.

I sighed and set the note down. 

I went into the kitchen and looked through the little box where my mom kept all our recipes until I found my dad's french toast recipe. 

We hadn't made these since before he died. 

I sighed and set the card on top of the box. 

I took out a large pan, spatula, plate and a glass pan that we usually use for brownies.