@marymjwatson
If you were to ask 15 year old Peter Parker where he thought he would be in 22 years, he wouldn’t have much of an answer for you. Not a coherent one at least. As a kid he worried a lot ( not that he didn’t worry now ) and truthfully, he had no clue where he wanted to be when he was almost 40. Sure, he had goals and he had hopes but there were always so many doubts that cast their shadow over everything else.
He definitely hadn’t pictured himself divorced, a picture perfect stereotypical version of the ‘my life has fallen apart but here I am!’ kind of person. Even though his marriage with Mary Jane had cracked apart, Peter still loved her. He loved her like no one else, and the reason they split was because of his fear. Maybe he would never quite shake it, but he could work through it when it really mattered. And this really mattered.
Peter’s hands were practically shaking as he gathered stuff together in the kitchen. As he shoved everything into his biggest bag ( no, not a picnic basket because those things don’t stay closed and he wasn’t about to drop random food items on unsuspecting citizens ) he realized he probably bought too much, but he made it all fit. The zipper barely closed. But it did close.
After triple checking Peter swung the over-stuffed backpack over his shoulder and pulled out his phone to text MJ that he was on his way to their meeting spot in the park. He hadn’t told her where exactly they would end up but it definitely wasn’t the park-- there was no such thing as a normal picnic when there was a Spider-Man involved.
He arrived a few minutes early and took a seat on a park bench, watching as people walked by and stared confusingly as the fully suited up chubby Spider-Man sitting in the park with a large backpack. He waved to a few of them. They ignored him. So Peter took out his phone and texted MJ again to let her know he got here early, then waited.