"We need to talk Peter...or should I say Spider-Man?"
"Wha...what? what are you talking about?"
"You can't escape from me so let's talk"
In where Peter Parker and Tannie Maria Stark fall for each other and you know what they say... the more you try...
I groan and shift to my side feeling the cold blankets against my warm skin
"...sleepyhead... I got you breakfast..." my mom lively chirps as I rub my eyes letting the light to adjust in my eyes
"ohhh... you know how to wake me...agh" I yawn and stretch my arms and legs across my bed
WAIT
I abruptly sit upright and look at my side, empty... under the bed?
"Ohh... you smell that?" my mom sniffs and her eyes go round "Shoot, shoot, shoot!... I think I burn the pancakes! in ten minutes to the kitchen", she orders while running to save the food
I grab the edge of the bed and position myself upside down to look under it... nothing. I shift my legs and my feet touch the floor. With a final stretch and a long sigh, I stand up and slightly stumble to go to my bathroom. I splash water on my face and stare at my reflection on the mirror... his shirt, oh god I need to change... I grab the first shirt I could find in one of my drawers and quickly change, I walk to my desk and spot a post-it with a little message on it.
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A dopey and wide smile forms on my face. I grab my backpack and take out my phone, I text Peter I'm awake and oh god... twelve o'clock... this summer is beating the shit out of me. I lazily walk to the kitchen, the burnt-ish scent of dough guides me and I see my mom struggling to flip a pair of pancakes.
"Need help?" I say sitting on the high bench, she slightly turns her head to me and shakes her head
"Thanks, baby, I got this... all this time you were away I survived thanks to the protein shakes!" she snorts
"Really? dad never cooked?" I quirk a brow and she spins to look at me with a laugh threatening to escape
"Hell no... he was ordering pizza... all the time Tannie and well, his cooking skills are not-"
"-good... yeah I know" I finish and she chuckles, the apron she's wearing flutters and she turns the stove off
Even with the burnt corners of the food, we enjoy our time together. We talk about what we did and what I learned and she narrates me what happened in NY when I was gone... nothing much. She spent her time working, as always, and my dad was all the time in his lab, as always.
"Oh! and before I go... take a look at this" my mom walks behind me while I wash the dishes
I spin my head and see a big beige binder in her hands, an ear to ear smile forms showing her white teeth. Quickly I dry my hands with the towel and take the binder but instantly its weight makes me almost drop it.
"Jesus! is this Dad's will or what?" I balance the weight with my arms and place it over the counter
"He told me the exact same thing...! and no, this is the wedding plan" she opens the cover and I see some pictures of a venue
