@redhead-reporter bc you liked that headcanon
It'd sort of been an unspoken thing that they hadn't done much with Peter's old bedroom. Sure, it'd been tidied up and kept as a guest room (especially for the city's now-solo Spider-Man if he was in the area and needed to crash), but despite both of them doing most of their work from home it hadn't even been floated as a place for an office. But now... well, now they were going to need it. Not super soon, but soon enough that he was taking some time to finish clearing out the closet. Sorting through the accumulated clothes and junk that'd been shoved in there for things he wanted to keep or donate to F.E.A.S.T.
"I thought I'd lost this hoodie back in high school," he chuckled, turning around to show MJ before tossing it on the 'donate' pile. "Huh. Don't remember this, though." In the back corner of the closet, he'd unearthed a plastic tub container. As he pulled it out into the middle of the room, he could see a piece of tape on its side with May's handwriting: For Peter & MJ. "What...?"
