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Peter was not a happy spider right now. Wait, he was, but not in that way. He was happy to see that aunt May was finally moving on, but maybe it would have been better for his continued mental stability if she had chosen anybody, anybody other than Robert Thompson- Uncle of Flash Thompson- school bully extraordinaire.
It all started that cursed Tuesday evening-
Peter had just entered the house, tired from the day's activities as you-know-who (not that idiot dork lord from harry potter). He was pretty satisfied to have stopped 3 muggings and 1 accident. He even saved that cute little kitten from the tree- the churros he got from the old lady- the owner of the kitten was an added bonus. So in short, he was pretty happy from the day's productiveness. His day in general had also been nothing short of peaceful. He had aced his Spanish test, escaped from Flash without being bullied, made another bottle of web fluid without disrupting the chemistry lecture and he had not been subjected to one of MJ's infamous glares ( he swore her eyes had some kind of lasers and X-rays attached- how else could she look into your soul and decimate you with a glare?). Nothing could possibly ruin his day!
.................... jinxed. Well, damn. In hindsight he shouldn't have thought like that.
Because the scene that he met his eyes as he was entering the living room was nothing short of scarring. His aunt and some unknown man were sitting a little too close to each other and k i s s i n g.
Peter didn't know what to do, so he averted his eyes so as to stop any further trauma ( god knows he got enough from being spider man) and did the only thing he could think of. He cleared his throat.
Seeing as it failed to generate the response he wanted, he cleared his throat again. A little louder this time. That seemed to have done the trick- if his aunt's red face and the thankfully larger distance between the two was any indication.
"Sooo....." Peter was internally having a mild panic attack. Solving college level calculus questions and making high tensile- impossible to break web fluid? Done in no time. Meeting and talking with his aunt and her boyfriend? Well, thaaat....... wasn't exactly his forte. Thankfully, aunt May seemed to have regained her senses.
"Uh... Hey Peter! I was waiting for you. I wanted you to meet Robert. We met at the clinic. He is a doctor. We have been going aut for a few months now......" At this point May's expression turned guilty. "I didn't want to give you unnecessary stress- what with your school , decathlon , internship and other..... duties..... I thought I'll introduce you both when it became serious. You two can talk with each other while I make coffee, alright? " With that, she hurridly edged her way out of the room, leaving Peter and Robert together.
"Hello, I am Robert- "
Oh alright, Peter could do this.....
"-Robert Thompson. Nice to meet you".
And with that small greeting, poor Peter's world came crashing down-
- not really, but it was pretty close. No problem, he thought, it's not as if there is only one Thompson family in the world. Plenty of Thompsons to go around, right? RIGHT? Still, better safe than sorry.
"Hello, I am Peter Parker, May's nephew. Are you, by any chance related to Eugine Thompson?" He asked tentatively, dreading for his sanity.
"Why, Yes! I am his uncle! How do you know him?"
"He.... he's a .... classmate. We go to the same school." Well, there goes his last hope.
" How nice! ......." Without anything else to say, they sat in awkward silence till May entered with 3 mismatched coffee cups.
They made awkward small talk for some time, he doesn't quite remember what was said (something about family and dinner or something, he really didn't pay much attention) and then Peter took his leave to go into the sanctity of his room.
In hindsight, that was his doom. He had just agreed to attend dinner with the Thompson family.
Peter was mature enough to understand that his aunt needed to move on. He wanted to see her happy. He really did. But he was immature enough to feel jealous and childish about the situation. He could not shake the feeling that they were letting a stranger enter into their tightly knit, special family. And if Robert Thompson even dared to breathe wrong in the presence of aunt May, well, lets just say that Peter has been learning new martial arts techniques and tricks to hurt where it pains the most and he would very much like to test it on somebody.... we will leave it at that and pray that nobody thinks about hurting Peter's family.... the consequences will be BAD.
....... oh and time for the shovel talk.