Processes
Peter woke up feeling like complete shit. His head hurt, he hadn't slept at all, and he looked like a squeaky toy his breathing. Beautiful. When the alarm went off all he could think about were the messages he had from Mr. Stark. It had been almost two months since she had stopped going, she had run out of excuses and really, she had stopped answering him. Her days consisted of eating, breathing and doing homework. He didn't even have the strength to go out on patrol, especially after the fight with May several weeks ago.
Also for the past month, he had not exchanged a word with Aunt May. The atmosphere was charged with tension and awkward silence.
Aunt May looked at Peter with bloodshot eyes and sighed.
"Peter, I know you were just trying to help, but I can't take Tony Stark's money. I don't want him to support us. I want you to learn to stand on your own two feet."
Peter, feeling frustrated and hurt by his aunt's words, responded bitterly.
"But Aunt May, Tony just wants to help us. He has the resources and is willing to offer us support. I can't allow you to keep working so hard just to keep us afloat."
Tears filled Aunt May's eyes as she struggled to control her emotions.
"Peter, I understand that you only want what's best for us, but I can't accept that help. I don't want us to be seen as beggars. It's just that. I need to feel proud of what we accomplished together, even if it's hard."
Peter was overwhelmed by a mixture of emotions: love and gratitude to his aunt for all she had done for him, but also concern and a desire to ease his burden. He approached her and took her hand gently.
"Aunt May, I understand your desire for independence and your pride. But you are not a beggar. You are a strong, brave woman who has been through a lot. There is no shame in accepting help when we need it. All I want is to see you happy and safe."
Aunt May let out a sob and hugged Peter tightly.
"Peter, I've always wanted the best for you. Maybe I need to reconsider my position. I don't want you to feel overburdened by me."
Peter nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and hope.
"Together we'll find a solution, Aunt May. You don't have to face everything alone. We're a team."
"I'm so sorry Pet, Larb you."
"Larb you, May. I'm going to school."
" Wait..." May said as she wiped her tears and sighed.
"Please text Tony. He thinks he went overboard with being a tutor and...you know that's not the point."
"Shit..."
"Hey, young man watch your words."
"I promise to call him and work something out."
"Make it quick, I need to stop getting missed calls every five seconds."