Chapter 3 -Peter
Peter has been quite upset that Happy and Mr Stark are ignoring him.
Is it his fault that they are?
Is it because he couldn’t win against the avengers in that fight?
Is he not strong enough?
Not smart enough?
He guesses he’ll never know because it’s not like they'd reply if he asked.
What did he expect from them anyway?
It’s not like they should drop everything important in their lives to spend time with him.
He just.. he hoped for more, he thought this could have been his big break, his chance to prove himself.
But like everything else, he messed it up by being himself.
He’s pulled from his thoughts when aunt May settles on the couch beside him. He looks to her and she remains silent.
She stares at the TV for a few seconds but not focused on what’s actually playing.
She just stares blankly, gnawing on her bottom lip, she’s thinking.
She continues staring, she opens her mouth a few times but closes it immediately after.
It's clear she has something to say but she’s reluctant to do so.
She continues hesitating and the two of them stay silent.
Peter pretends not to notice, opting for playing a useless game on his phone and occasionally glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
After about 5 minutes of uncomfortable silence she finally clears her throat.
“Peter… there’s something I need to speak to you about?” She’s wringing her hands now, something she only ever does when she’s incredibly nervous.
Peter puts down his phone and twists his body to face her, folding his legs to be more comfortable.
He waits patiently for her to continue.
“I haven’t been completely honest with you lately, and I’m sorry for that.” She takes his hand and begins rubbing comforting circles.
She takes a deep breath and continues “I’ve been… seeing someone, for quite some time now.”
Well, that’s not what he was expecting. Peter meets her eyes again “How- how long have you been s-seeing them?” Peter stumbles through this sentence, unsure what to say.
May smiles slightly but it doesn’t meet her eyes, those are still filled with worry. She continues rubbing circles into his hand.
“For a while now, we only made it official last week.”
“Who is he? Do I know him?” Peter is more curious now than ever, he leans forward and places his head in his hand.
She scoffs lightly “you probably know of him, but I don’t think you’ve met him.”
“His name is Sam, Sam Wilson and I’d like you to meet him.”
Peter’s eyes go wide and he sits up straight “No way.” He mutters.
That explained so much about all of the things that have changed, but of all people May could date, why HIM.
If they met they could figure him out immediately, he could tell May, he could tell everyone.
He could fight him again, or just hate him completely.
Peter is pulled out of his mini crisis by May.
“I know it’s a lot for you to deal with right now, and you-” she sighs “You don’t have to meet him if you don’t want to.”
She has this faraway look in her eye, he knows she’s silently hoping that he will agree to meet him.
He realises he's being selfish, he shouldn’t put his feelings before May’s.
He plasters on a shaky smile and meets her eyes, his hands squeezing her’s comfortingly.
He breathes a quiet laugh “It’s just a lot to take in. I- I’d be happy to meet him.” He swallows thickly, hoping that his lie has landed, looking up he can tell that it has.
May’s eyes fill with happy tears and she leans forward, pulling Peter into her arms into a clumsy hug.
Peter loosely wraps his arms around her shoulders and sinks into the warm embrace.
“He’s excited to meet you too. Are you ok with dinner on Friday?”
“Yeah- yeah, I’m ok with that” he gives her a bright smile and falls back into the hug.
They stay like that for a while, enjoying each other's presence. Until May finally speaks up.
“How do you feel about Thai again tonight?”
Peter laughs and nods.