who: peter parker + gwen stacy where: stark tower
For the first time in months, he had a free hour--maybe even two. No lab work, no discussion sections, no man in an animal-themed costume he had to chase through Times Square. He could have taken a nap (he could have really used a nap) or he could have called Aunt May (he really needed to call Aunt May) or he could have done his laundry (he really needed to do his laundry) but, of course, he’d left his backpack in Tony’s lab last time he’d been in, and this was probably the only chance Peter would have until April to retrieve it.
He could, at least, call May on the way (Peter Parker, professional multitasker!): Yes I’m feeding myself, yes that includes vegetables, yes school is going fine, no that’s not how PhDs work, no I’m not seeing anyone right now, yes I would tell you if there was someone, yes I’m still coming over for Shabbat. The Tower knew him by face and let him in without a face, which was both incredible and terrifying--Peter chose to ignore the way it tried to call him Mr. Stark, no matter how many times he’d asked to reprogram it--and he stayed on the phone as he breezed in, answering the same barrage of questions he answered every week.
And then the elevator doors slid open, and--no. No way. No fucking way. It must have been a trick of the light, but he blinked, and she was still there. Still solid. “May,” he said. “I’m so sorry. I have to call you back.”
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