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"Yeah, you're definitely not going to school today," May says. She shakes her head at the thermometer — 103 is higher than she'd like — and places it on Peter's bedside table.
"But Maaaay!" Peter protests. He sits up in bed, cheeks flushed and hair fluffy and tangled. "MJ and I have Valentine's plans! I was gonna take her swinging around the city!"
May raises an eyebrow. She dips the washcloth back into the lukewarm water and gently dabs around her nephew's neck. "Had plans," she corrects. "And I thought MJ hated swinging?"
"She's gotten used to it," Peter huffs, and May just barely avoids rolling her eyes at his dramatics.
She sets the washcloth back in the bowl and smiles slightly. "I think MJ will be fine," she replies. She lays Peter down again and pulls the blankets over his shoulders, the covers crinkling as she tucks him in. "I'll even call her for you and tell her to come by later. Just, please— sleep, Peter."
Peter looks up at her, his big doe eyes blinking sleepily, and suddenly May is brought back to the night she took him in, when he cried himself to sleep and stared at her with the same big brown eyes he has now. Her heart swells with warmth and she can't believe how much love she has for this kid.
He nods and snuggles under his covers. "Okay, May."