May had come in with a turkey as big as his torso and he’d been helping her to make food for almost two days in preparation for a Christmas Dinner. It was already turning out to be a huge affair. 

“..and she had the nerve to bring up Mayday as a guilt tripping point! How dare she? I told her, I said you have absolutely no right to say anything about what my boy wants to do with his family. And she hung up on me! Peter, I swear to you if we lived in Tennessee, I’d be marching right over there to give her a piece of my mind.”

Peter chuckled softly and handed Mayday a plate of celery and peanut butter, allowing her to run off before he grabbed the tub of butter. His aunt was fired up after a talk with Peter’s mother’s side of the family and he was certain that if May had any say in it, she would have done just what she said.

“Don’t doubt that,” he muttered. “After I butter the dish for your hot rolls, I’ll start on the pasta salad.” May grumbled away at the stove and Peter finished his task. He stepped into the living room and dumped himself on the nearest chair. Peter was exhausted and it didn’t help that he felt losses harder on the holidays but he closed his eyes and sighed softly. At least he wasn’t on call to work. 

“So you’re telling me that it’s my fault for not predicting that I’d get hurt? We’ve gone this long without issues and then...” Peter turned away from Wade and put his hands on the back of his head, trying to keep his breathing mostly under control.

Darcy was a little dressed up herself. There wasn’t a cozy knit to be seen. Instead her hair was curled, her makeup was done, there were even heels on her feet. “You’ve got twenty minutes and then I’m taking you out.”

“I mean, like out on the town, not taking you out like... bang bang,” she fired finger guns, red lips grinning. “Oh, wait!” She suddenly remembered, popping open her bag. “I was gonna be cute, but then I remembered it’s fuckin’ January so here.” She pulled a fake flower out of her bag, holding it out to him as if it was the loveliest of date night roses. “Pour vous!”

Peter was surprised at how relaxed he actually felt about the entire situation. For once it had been nice to just... let loose for a while, have fun. And really when was the last time he had allowed himself to do anything like it? The shower had relaxed him completly, and now all he was waiting on was for breakfast to arrive. He was already planning a nap afterwards, just... actually try and get some sleep before going to work and sitting behind a desk. Although if he was lucky, he’d be able to get an excuse to run around as Spider-Man for a while.