Miss America: The Daughter of Steve Rogers

Chapter 34

An unknown phone number shows up on Peter's cracked phone as he packs his suitcase. He looks at it, but he sets it back down, upset. He pulls a bin from underneath the bed and takes some clothes out and sniffs them as he places it in his suitcase. He gets up, exhausted.

I walk into his room after I finished packing my stuff to see if he needed any help.

"Hey, Pete."

He jumps at my presence, not realizing I was there. "Oh, hey Emerson."

"I'm sorry." I laugh. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You- you didn't scare me." He says and I walk past him towards his suitcase. "I'm a man. Men don't scare easily."

"Is that so?" I scoff and wait for the perfect moment to jump around and scare him again. "Boo!"

He screams with wide eyes. His hand is on his chest to try and steady his breathing and heart rate.

"What was that about men not scaring easily?" I fall on his bed next to him and start laughing.

"I- I wasn't ready." He tries to argue but sees me just laughing at him. "Oh I'll give you something to laugh about."

He smirks and leans down and starts tickling my sides. My laughter increases and I can barely breathe.

"I'll stop if you say I'm a man."

"Okay, okay!" I laugh. "I can't take it anymore." He lightens his hold on me and waits for me to say it. "You're a real.... spider boy."

Peter starts up again and I can't stop laughing. The air isn't coming back into my lungs quick enough and I start coughing. "Alright. You're a man!"

He removes his hands from my sides with a victorious grin on his face. "Thank you."

"Yeah, Yeah." I pick up a pair of socks from his suitcase and throw it at him. He catches it instantaneously. "Damn your spidey sense."

He stays there for a moment before he turns his head to see his old Spider-Man suit, hanging from his closet. He looks at it. He closes the closet. Suddenly, May  comes in with an banana in her hand.

"Hungry?" She throws the banana at Peter's shoulder. It hits him and he jerks back, petrified. He gasps as he turns around to see May with her hands on her mouth, shocked.

"Oh... So sorry. Ha-ha. I thought you could sense that with your Peter-tingle." She points at him with a smile. He sighs, exhausted at that nickname. I start laughing again.

"Please do not start calling it Peter-tingle." Peter says.

I slap my hand to my knee. "Thank you May. Thank you so much."

She smiles at me then looks back at Peter. "So what's up? You can dodge bullets but not bananas?"

"No, I just really need this vacation. I need a break."

May comes to wrap her arms around Peter's neck. She hugs him. "You deserve it." She rubs his shoulders as she pulls away. Then she grabs my hand and pulls me up from the bed, wrapping her arms around me too. "You both do."

"I'm so ready to travel the world." I tell her. She releases me and smiles. "Well, at least travel the world while I'm not being controlled by a terrorist organization." Her smile fades for a moment, but then it returns and she lets out a laugh.

"You know what? You should pack your suits, just in case. I have a tingle about it." Aunt May smirks as she walks away.

Peter cringes. "Please stop saying 'tingle,' May."