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2. A relieved hug (mayparkxr bc angst 👀)

@mayparkxr // hug prompts

Ten days. That’s how long Peter Parker goes missing for. it’s somebody who’s seen him in those articles spread across the internet, catching photos of him and Tony Stark, SPECULATING as to who this mysterious kid is. And when someone takes it a little too far, looking for r e v e n g e for something Stark Industries must have done, finds Peter making his way home. He had just finished sending a text to May, telling her he’d be home for dinner together in five minutes. Five minutes turn into thirty, and then an hour, and then two, and Peter STILL isn’t home.

Because amidst his struggle against the person who grabs onto him, they shove something over his mouth, and seconds later, he’s out cold.

He wakes in a dimly lit room, his hands restrained behind his body, a horrible realization washing over him as he slowly comes out of unconsciousness. He spends the ten days there, asked question after question but refusing to crack, ending up covered in bruises, and scarring, and other wounds invisible to the eye. Getting broken out of there is a haze, as he had been slipping in and out of consciousness, but the moment light hits his vision, he knows he’s free.

The next time he opens his eyes, he’s in a hospital bed at the Avengers Compound. Every part of his body ACHES, and he doesn’t know how long he’s been out for, but the moment he can process the world around him, he can feel gentle arms around him, a careful touch making sure not to make any injuries worse. Eyes squeeze shut again, and he buries his face in her shoulders, lifting shaky arms to hold onto her.

“May–” His voice cracks as he speaks, unsteady, but relieved. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

#(you know i had to do it to em)#{ oh i'm gonna mess this up; interactions }#mayparkxr #{ your friendly neighborhood spiderman; verse }#{ another one bites the dust; answered asks }#{ stay on the ground for a little while: queue }#kidnap tw

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Crime fighting was surprisingly exhausting, even with Peter’s now supercharged metabolism and energy levels. Even if he wasn’t doing big things anymore since the fight against Liz’s father, it was still tiring. But at least this time he didn’t have to sneak back into the apartment building, trying to avoid being seen by May, trying to put up the front that he had been in his room for hours.

No. Now that things were out in the open, Peter could come home at nearly three in the morning and pass out on the couch, still in his suit with the mask on the floor, snoring quietly into the couch cushion. Good thing he was on winter break.

#mayparkxr #have a sleepy boi

@mayparkxr // x

(*)

Peter gave his aunt a cheeky grin before carefully unwrapping the paper from the box, already curious as to what was inside of it. They couldn’t necessarily afford the expensive stuff, like gadgets and high end clothing, but they always seemed to find each other something special. Something from the heart.

Pulling the sweater out, his eyes widened when he saw the design, and then he grinned. “Wow, May, this is amazing! Thank you so much!” With that, he went to give her a hug. “It’s perfect!”

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"Peter, if you're going to have sex, just get tested first, and make sure you always wear a condom." ( @mayparkxr bc I couldn't resist )

@mayparkxr // he’s suffering. so much. so many regrets.

“MAY NO NOT YOU TOO!!!!”

#(peter vc: i D ON T NE ED IT)#{ oh i'm gonna mess this up; interactions }#mayparkxr #{ another one bites the dust; answered asks }#{ i helped this old lady and she bought me a churro; crack }

🍪 – our muses bake cookies together ( mayparkxr )

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“Man, I can’t remember the last time we tried baking cookies!” Peter grinned from his spot on the stool next to the counter, discreetly trying to stick his finger into the icing bowl. “I do remember one time you almost burned the kitchen right out of the house, and Uncle Ben had to use the fire extinguisher.”

#x been reading books of old (answered)#mayparkxr #Anonymous

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Em knocked on the Parker’s apartment door. Xe wasn’t sure if Peter was home, but it was chilly today, and xe hoped that maybe xe could hang out and maybe have some hot chocolate. Peter was always busy with that damn internship these days, and Em had the feeling Aunt May needed more company since Uncle Ben had passed away. Xe wasn’t the greatest companion, but xe was always willing to keep the house from getting too quiet.

“Hi, Aunt May. Can I come in?”

#mayparkxr #I don't usually use icons so mine aren't too great #I apologize

@mayparkxr | Starter Call | Accepting

“I’m sorry...do I know you?”

Bucky blinked a little in confusion. There were far too many new people that he was being introduced to, to the point where he was hardly sure who he’d met before and who he hadn’t, or if he’d just forgotten someone.

#mayparkxr #v: undecided

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[ 🕷 ] ━━ Peter was testing the limits of his curfew. With May working late he was free to fight crime until midnight and revealed in this newfound freedom. Too bad nothing excited ever happened in Queens. How was he supposed to prove himself to Mister Stark if he never had anything interesting to report back to him? Peter sat high above the streets on a fire escape, scrolling through the wall of messages he had sent to Happy Hogan which meticulously detailed his progress. He hadn't gotten one reply but that didn't stop him from sending them every single day. Suddenly alerted by his spidey sense going off Peter shot up and onto his feet, balancing perfectly on the railing of the fire escape. He shot a web on a nearby building and swung off of his perch and toward the disturbance in a flash. "Hey, buddy! You're coming on a little strong, aren't ya?" Peter landed on a nearby car just as a mugging was taking place. Immediately he caught the attention of the culprit who moved aside so he could get a glimpse of the victim. May? The eyes of his mask went wide then and he was frozen long enough for the thug to push him off of the vehicle and onto the floor before making a break for it. Peter scrambled up and onto his feet, reminding himself to deepen his voice in front of his Aunt. "D-Don't worry, Ma'am! I've got this!"