Peter's POV

"May!" I slid into the kitchen bright and early the next morning. "I need a suit for homecoming!"

Eve's POV

"Charles?" I spoke into my phone. "I need a dress for homecoming!"

"That's rather out of my area of expertise," Charles answered, somewhat taken aback. "Did that Peter kid ask you?"

"Yeah, I—wait, how'd you know?" I asked.

"Peter said you would be going together when he was talking to you while you were unconscious after Cairo," Charles said simply.

"He did? But what am I supposed to wear?" I said, picking though my closet. I didn't have a formal dress.

"Why don't you ask that woman who lives with Peter?" Charles suggested. "His Aunt May, I think her name was."

I opened the door to my apartment and peered down the hall in the direction of Peter's door. "She's probably busy helping Peter," I mumbled.

"Well, you can at least ask?" Charles said. "When is this dance?"

"Tonight."

"You always have been so last minute," murmured Charles.

"The dresses in the shops are probably already picked over," I said. "Do you know how difficult it is to get an open back for my wings?"

Charles let out a short laugh. "Again, why don't you ask May? I sure don't have any formal dresses to offer you here at the school."

I sighed loudly. "Fine."

"Alright, Evelyn, be careful tonight," Charles began. "Don't jump around too hard, you know, with your bandages."

"I know, I know," I said, taking a once over in my closet for good measure. "Love you."

"Love you too, Evelyn. Bye."

I shoved my phone back in my pocket in defeat, strode out of my apartment, down the hall, and to Peter's door.

When I knocked, May answered. "Hi, Eve," she began. "Let me guess, this has to do with homecoming?"

"How'd you know?" I said, my hands clasped together awkwardly.

"Peter's attempting to put together a suit as we speak," May said, throwing her thumb towards the bedroom.

"Yeah . . ." I breathed. "Would I be able to borrow one of your dresses? Just for the night?"

May shrugged. "Might have to pin it some places but, why not?"

My shoulders relaxed in relief.

I followed May back into her bedroom.

"Who was at the door, Aunt May?" a figure appeared in the doorway. It was Peter wearing a dress shirt, slacks, and tie incorrectly knotted.

I blushed, a smile sliding across my lips.

"Oh, hey, Eve," Peter realized.

"I'm letting her borrow a dress, now shoo," May said, closing the bedroom door. "Alright, let's see what we've got here," she said as she started flipping through her closet.

A few minutes later, I had decided on a dress. It was not too short, not too long, and dark green with an open back and thin straps; perfect for getting my wings through.

May had me sit down on the closed lid of her toilet and tilted my chin up to do my makeup. I had never had my makeup done by someone else before, even though I wore a little most days.

"Which color?" May said, holding up various tubes of lipstick.

I shrugged. I usually didn't wear lipstick.

May turned on her flattening iron and went to taming some of my messier curls. "You know, I never get to do other girls' hair and makeup," May said and she worked on pinning my hair.

"I've never had my hair and makeup done," I said.

"Well, I'm glad I get to be a part of it," said May, motioning for me to stand. "Come take a look."

I was amazed at who I saw in the mirror. I looked so different. The scars on my face had been covered with concealer. My eyes looked twice their regular size. My lips were painted in a pop of red. And my hair was beautifully framing my face.

"Do you like it?" May asked.

I hugged her.

"You look beautiful," she said. "Let's go show Pete." May took my hands excitedly. "He's gonna flip."

Peter was sitting on the living room couch in his suit, still with an unsuccessfully tied tie around his neck.

"Oh, May could you help me tie—" Peter stood up as the bedroom door opened. "Whoa."

Red crept onto my already blushed cheeks.

Peter blinked quickly, his mouth slightly open.

May grabbed the tie off of Peter's neck and replaced it with a dark green one to match my dress. Peter seemed to be shaken from his trance. May tied it then pulled at Peter's suit jacket, fixing little things here and there.

"May, stop," Peter mumbled.

"Okay, okay," May said as Peter moved to swat her away, "I'm done now."

She took out her phone.

I internally groaned.

"Stand next to each other, closer, closer." May positioned Peter's hand across my back and tilted his chin up. "Perfect," she said, snapping a few photos. "Ugh, you're gonna make me cry." May fanned her face. "I'll send those to Mr. Xavier," she mumbled.

My blush deepened at the thought of Charles seeing the pictures.

"Okay, ready to go to dinner at Liz's?" Peter asked quickly, trying to break the awkward silence.