โwhat the hellโs going on with you? seriously. whatโs going on?โ / may
๐ฐ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐ .
๐ท โธป he'd suspected may would grow raw & weary of all this eventually , pluck up her last straw & be done with all the late nights , cuts & bruises brushed under the rug , all the lame excuses for . . . well , excuses & demand answers once & for all . he'd watched his poor aunt's suspicions pique over the last year & some odd months , predicted this conversation would pin him down for the longest time & yet , he stands -- stuttering & wringing his hands like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar -- a drought in his mouth .
โ please , aunt may , please , jus' drop it ! there's -- โ there's nothing going on ! โ ya' don't understand -- ! โ you don't understand why i can't tell you ! โ i don't want t' shut you out ! okay ? i - i don't , i neva' did , i jus' -- i can't . . . โ i can't lose you , too . i can't lose anyone else .
peter wilts , & though he's a good foot taller than his aunt , he feels small under her watchful gaze . all is quiet in their tiny queens apartment save for the tick - tick - ticking of the clock on the wall . it seems to get louder with each second that passes . he thinks of his father & all the secrets he held to his chest -- buried with him -- all the questions that weighed on a young , lost peter as he grew up without him . he thinks of gwen & the look of betrayal in those blue eyes of hers whenever he tells her " i can't do this anymore . " how it shatters both of their hearts every time .
he meets the eyes of his aunt , shot with fear & worry , recalls when they'd cried for him as he whispered " i'm your boy . don't ever feel like you're not enough . " & feels a splintering crack in his chest to think that he's contributed to all that crushing weight . peter draws a breath . backpack with his suit inside is dropped from a bruised shoulder , held out to her at arm's length . โ here . open it up . โ