Where is it all going?
Oh good Lord. Having to endure the end of the year. He hated autumn with his heart. The cold made his lungs less than happy. In fact he had stopped going to the tower two weeks ago, making cheap excuses about studying for Decathlon and other stupid things. The train had left him and he really preferred to walk, at least it gave him time to think about the next week's lego he would have to put together with Ned.
Back at the apartment, May was sitting on the couch, waiting for Peter to come home from school. How was she going to manage not to try to scold him. She knew about the spider bite and all, but apparently for more than 5 months she had been using MJ as a secret information radar than Peter's health. She absolutely couldn't afford any meds (she didn't want to be beggared or taken for poor) and even though Tony had almost manipulated her into agreeing, she decided she still wouldn't forgive him for taking Peter on a suicidal and dangerous mission to Germany! Good sake.
Peter was a very poor judgmental child!
But the point was, he was staying well past curfew on patrols, the cold was being terrible, the rain, the exercise with the new sports professor at school, the stress of finals, the internship. Etc. She didn't want to add to it , she not being able to keep an eye on Peter and his wanderings around the tower, the missions and her near certainty that she hadn't said anything to Tony. Although, knowing him after the suit mishap, the building and so much more, he was in helicopter mode with Peter. He had his cell phone bursting with at least 20 calls a day to find out if Peter was free to go to the tower or the complex (where they had recently moved as a team). The reality was that I didn't have to depend financially on anyone and yes, I knew Peter was getting some money but it was a deal with Tony that it would be exclusively academic.
- Hello, Aunt May, is something wrong? You look worried.
- Peter, we need to talk. I hear through the grapevine that you've been staying out very late, especially with the cold fall weather.
- MJ...
- It's not about MJ or Ned. It's about your late arrivals. If I tell you 10 o'clock it's 10 o'clock Peter!
- Oh, that's... Don't worry, Aunt May.
- NO PETER! . I do worry and you know very well why. What happened to last week's cough? Eh?
- It was just a little cold, nothing serious.
- You can't just downplay your health, Peter. Especially when you know I don't have any money for your medicine.
- Oh, well! Maybe, MAYBE IF YOU WOULD ACCEPT TONY'S MONEY, THEN I WOULD HAVE IT. BUT AS USUAL YOU ONLY THINK OF YOURSELF! AND NOT ME.
- Don't you dare raise your voice to me Peter! You have asthma, and it's a serious condition. If you don't take proper care of it, you could end up in the hospital, or worse, have a serious emergency.
- No, you always say you care, but if you really did you'd take the money and we'd live better. But you don't!
- Do you think I'm doing this for me?
- YES, and I don't want to talk anymore!
- Peter, you are a teenager, not an adult and you understand absolutely nothing yet.
- I understand everything you know. I understand that you are selfish and that it is very difficult for you to think only about how "bad" it would look to receive money from a millionaire.
- You think this is just about money, don't you Peter?
- You know Aunt May .... this is pointless.
- Take it easy, go! Maybe when you stop being assiduous and irresponsible you'll think for a minute about me and how hard it is to support this apartment and your life!
- There's no point. I'm going to do my homework.
Peter locked himself in his room while having an asthma attack. It was expected. He didn't hate May but he didn't understand why she wouldn't let him help her. He definitely expected something, he didn't know what, but he needed a sign.