WOOT another request done—
Writing Aunt May sassing Dr. Strange was quite fun :D
Warnings: Fear
“Be careful up there! The human might see you!”
Peter resisted the urge to roll his eyes, instead opting to send May what he hoped was a reassuring grin.
“Don’t worry!” he hissed in response. “I’ve got this!”
May pressed her lips together in a worried frown, but didn’t comment. Peter took that at his cue to continue; he turned back to face the cabinet and resumed his long climb up his rope to the tabletop. He was a natural at climbing; it didn’t take long for him to reach the surface of the table, where a few thick books had been strewn about, along with a plate of uneaten crackers.
It was his third borrowing expedition. It had taken much needling on his part to convince Aunt May to let him try a solo mission (if you could even call this a solo mission, what with Aunt May watching his every move from the floor). Being so high up alone was nerve-wracking, but simultaneously exciting.
“The crackers, Peter!”
Peter stifled a snarky quip at May’s reminder and scampered up to the plate, where he began breaking a cracker into pieces small enough to fit into his bag.
He was nearly done with the first cracker when the ground began to shake.
May was shouting something, her voice panicked, but Peter could hardly make it out through the blood pumping in his ears. Hitching a breath, he dove for cover behind the closest book, falling into a crouch as the human’s footsteps gradually grew louder before stopping altogether.
For a moment, he thought the human was gone.
Then, a pair of enormous digits pinched his waist and hoisted him up into the air as if he weighed nothing.
Peter was deposited gracelessly in a palm and brought upwards to be impressed with a thoroughly unimpressed human face. He scrambled to grab his needle, but the second the silver emerged from his bag, another pair of fingers deftly plucked it from him, and the enormous eyes bearing down on him narrowed.
“Why,” the human rumbled, his deep voice exhausted, “have you come here?”
Peter opened his mouth to answer, but fear had forced his throat to close, and he was left gaping like a fish out of the water.
The bean’s pale blue eyes narrowed further. “Are you an agent of evil?”
Peter had no idea how to even begin responding to that. Luckily, he didn’t have to.
“Put him down!”
The human’s eyes flicked downward, and Peter followed his gaze to see Aunt May standing defensively on the table. A needle of her own was clutched in her hands, and though her eyes burned ferociously, Peter could see the tremor that ran through her hands.
“Another one,” the human commented. “What brings the two of you to this sanctuary? What is your purpose?”
Aunt May’s brows knit together. “Stop trying to confuse me! Just hand him over!”
The human’s lips pursed together, and he raised an eyebrow. “What are you? Are you a magic-user?” he asked instead of answering.
May grit her teeth together. “I don’t know what you’re talking about! If you don’t return him within the next ten seconds, you’re getting stabbed!”
The human huffed out something that sounded suspiciously like a laugh, and a moment later, Peter found that he was being dumped unceremoniously onto the tabletop. Aunt May was at his side in an instant, her hands hauling Peter to his feet.
“We’re leaving now,” she bit out, partially to Peter and partially to the human who was still looming over him. Before the two of them could take so much as a step, however, the human’s enormous hand slammed itself down on the table before them.
“Not so fast,” the human remarked. “You still haven’t explained why you’re lurking around the sanctuary in the middle of the night.”
Aunt May shot him a glare. “We don’t owe you anything.”
“On the contrary. Considering you’re trespassing, I’d say you do in fact owe me an explanation at the very least.”
“Oh, don’t act like you’re so high and mighty!”
Peter could only watch as the argument escalated between the human, who remained composed and cool, and his Aunt, who was growing angrier by the second.
Finally, thoroughly exhausted, he yelled, “Hey!”
Both the human and his aunt fell silent.
Peter shifted from foot to foot; he wasn’t used to so much attention, let alone from someone so big. Nevertheless, he forced himself to speak.
“W-we were just looking for food. Honest. We’ll get out of the way now—we don’t want to cause any trouble.”
“Peter!” Aunt May hissed, exasperated, and Peter cringed. However, the human removed his palm from where it had been blocking their escape, and both borrowers turned to regard him with a mixture of shock and suspicion.
The human was staring down at them with something akin to a smirk on his face. “Very well,” he responded. “If you intend no harm to this sanctuary or inhabitants, you may come and go as you please. Just clean up after yourselves.”
Peter stared for a moment, dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected his spur-of-the-moment exclamation to actually persuade the human to leave them alone.
“You’re—you’re letting us go?” May blurted out, one arm protectively thrown in front of Peter.
The human rolled his eyes. “So long as you don’t intend on causing any unnecessary trouble,” he remarked. “Judging from your clothes and appearances, I doubt you came here to sow discord.”
Peter didn’t know how to respond to that.
Aunt May shot the human one last look before she grabbed Peter fiercely by the shoulder and hauled him to the edge of the table, gaze flicking back to the human all the while. The human merely watched them, hands folded in his lap and lips pressed into a poorly-concealed smirk as they reached the edge and began the short trek home.
