Peter chuckled nervously, shifting his grip on the teacup, feeling a little self-conscious as Aunt May's gaze lingered on his hands. He knew she meant well, but it was hard not to feel like a little kid under her watchful eye.
"Yeah, uh... meeting Wade wasn’t exactly... normal," Peter began, casting a glance at Matt, who smirked behind his cup, clearly amused. "I was swinging through the city as usual, on patrol, y’know, normal night, and out of nowhere, this guy with swords and guns—a lot of guns—decides to crash my party."
Matt raised an eyebrow but said nothing, letting Peter continue.
"It wasn’t exactly love at first sight, I mean for him it was?” Peter added with a small laugh, “For me it was more like ‘who is this guy, and why is he blowing up half the street?” He winced at the memory, shaking his head. “But, um, after a lot of... misunderstandings—and explosions—we kind of... got to know each other. Turns out he's... different. Weird, but, I guess, in a good way? Sometimes. It’s complicated.”
Aunt May gave him that knowing look, the kind that only a mother figure could give, and Peter sighed. “I know, I know. Awkward. But he's not as bad as he seems. He’s—well, he’s rough around the edges. He’s been through a lot.”
Matt leaned forward slightly, setting his cup down. "And despite the chaos, Wade has his heart in the right place. He’s helped us out of more than one jam."
Peter nodded. “Yeah, he's... he's unpredictable, but he’s good, May. Just, uh, don't expect him to be normal.”
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