❝ Commence your groveling! ❞ @kxtepryde
“Oh, Great Katherine!” He said, falling to his knees in a way he knew would make her laugh, “An even greater Katherine than Catherine the Great and with a way better spelling of her name,” He groveled, his shoulders hunched as he tried to control his laughter, “please forgive me for my absence. I thought it would make the heart grow fonder, but it only made you glare at me, which is really, really scary!”
He climbed back to his feet, his grin wide and happy. He had missed Kitty a lot while he had placed himself in his self-imposed solitary confinement, but he had needed, really, really needed, to get his actual, Peter Parker life together. Aunt May had been one missed payment away from losing the house, the house that Uncle Ben had fallen in love with the first time he saw it, according to May, and he just… couldn’t let that happen.
He couldn’t fail him again, not even with something like that. So, he had gritted his teeth and walking into the bugle with a bright smile and a resume that was only sixty percent lies and walked out with, well, a feeling of utter dejection at how Jameson had laughed him out of his office, but he did receive a call the next day that had been a mix of yelling along with an assignment so silver linings.
But with just enough money from his first series of photos of New York’s greatest menace to cover the rent and the late fees Peter finally felt like he had a chance to breathe and there was no one else he’d rather take a breath with than Kitty, as weird as that sounded, now that he thought about it.
Well, Tim and Steph, maybe, but he had bared witness to too many make-out sessions to try and call them just yet.
“I am really sorry I just kinda,” he made a vague motion with his hands, “disappeared there for a while. I missed you, Kitty. I promise not to just poof again without letting you know why.”