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Oct. 3rd, 2020 at 2:54 AM
WHO: Peter & May Parker
WHAT: Breakfast chats
WHERE: Their apartment
WHEN: Saturday morning
STATUS: Threading
WARNINGS: Probably not
May wasn't a bad cook when she took her time. The problem? She rarely had the time to take. She was always worried about work or Peter so she always felt like time was running out and she needed to get everything done right this second. Needless to say May burned her fair share of turkey meatloaves over the years. Still, she did French toast pretty damn well, which was what she was making for breakfast that morning. Syrup, butter, whipped cream, and strawberries were already on the table.
"Peter, honey?" she called. "Want some breakfast?"
WHAT: Breakfast chats
WHERE: Their apartment
WHEN: Saturday morning
STATUS: Threading
WARNINGS: Probably not
May wasn't a bad cook when she took her time. The problem? She rarely had the time to take. She was always worried about work or Peter so she always felt like time was running out and she needed to get everything done right this second. Needless to say May burned her fair share of turkey meatloaves over the years. Still, she did French toast pretty damn well, which was what she was making for breakfast that morning. Syrup, butter, whipped cream, and strawberries were already on the table.
"Peter, honey?" she called. "Want some breakfast?"
mood: 
cheerful
cheerful
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He'd missed those five years, and the fact that he has his aunt now that he's back is great. He's not sure what he'd do without her.
But, Peter was also suffering from what amounted to some sort of mental whiplash - he had watched Mr. Stark die, then been yanked through time and space to somewhere that Mr. Stark was still alive. He hadn't even had time to get anywhere near any sort of mourning before that had happened, so he was a little off-center. Beyond that, the Mr. Stark here was so much different from the one he'd lost. It was confusing and he was trying to reconcile all of that.
It was really good that MJ was here - it was another familiar face. He needed familiar right now.
She turned off the stove before carrying her own plate to the table. She sat across from Peter and took a few bites before focusing on her nephew again. "So, tell me, crazy here, isn't it?"
He looks up from the pancakes. "Mmm - kinda. But, back in the other timeline? Not really normal either."