Letting out a long yawn, Peter Parker rolled onto his side and slowly opened his eyes. The old digital clock that sat on his bedside table informed him that it wasn't yet six am, meaning that this would normally be the part where he would close his eyes, let his head sink into the soft embrace of his pillow, and slowly drift back to sleep.
But as lovely as that sounded, Peter knew that he couldn't, not this morning. He had a point to prove and a promise to keep and neither were going to be accomplished if he remained wrapped up in bed. Sluggishly sitting up and forsaking the warmth and comfort that his duvet provided, Peter let out another long yawn before he carefully leaned over to see how his guest was doing.
"Good morning." He whispered brushing a stray lock of platinum blonde hair out of her face.
Claiming a majority of his bed as her own, Felicia Hardy was lying on her stomach in a twisted star shape, still fast asleep. Hit hard by the desire to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her in close for some early morning spooning, and knowing that it would only result in him succumbing to sleep, Peter instead placed a gentle kiss on her exposed cheek. She didn't react but that was probably for the best, she needed her rest after last night's wild adventure and wouldn't have thanked him for getting her up this early.
Besides, that would ruin his surprise.
Pulling on the duvet, Peter made sure that she was completely covered and then climbed out of bed. Perhaps sensing that the balance of power had shifted in her favour, Felicia stretched her limbs out even further, edging them out from under her newly gifted covers in order to claim even more mattress space.
Smiling at the adorable sight before him, Peter quietly began rooting through the mess that occupied his bedroom floor, searching for some clothes. After a minute and a half, he had a near complete outfit bundled up in his arms and with one final look at the woman who had stolen his heart, he tiptoed out of the bedroom and into the only other room in his apartment, besides the cubbyhole that claimed to be his ensuite bathroom.
Getting dressed, Peter began to mentally run through the game plan. Step one; get up before Felicia, check. Step two; to find out if he had all the necessary ingredients to make her the best breakfast that she's ever had.
Hopping on one foot as he struggled to pull on a sock, Peter made his way across the open space that served as his laboratory, living room, laundrette, sewing room and kitchen. Reaching the cabinet next to the sink, and after finally getting the sock over his heel, he began his search for food. It didn't catch Peter completely by surprise to discover that he lacked most of the essential ingredients needed to create a decent breakfast.
Step three; he mentally narrated to himself as he turned away from his bare bones cabinet and began walking back towards his bedroom, get wallet, buy food.
Creeping back inside, Peter combed through his messy room until he had retrieved both wallet and phone. Then after slipping his web shooters into his back pocket, and silently hopping that he wouldn't need them, Peter turned to go.
"I'll be back soon." He promised Felicia as he closed the bedroom door behind him.
Almost two hours later.
Waking up, Felicia discovered that Peter was gone. It wasn't the first time this had happened, life as a masked vigilante was chaotic on the best of days. And the sad fact that she had learnt to accept was when you dated Spider-Man you ended up sharing him with all of New York. Danger and disaster, big or small, could strike at any moment and there wasn't always time for a fond farewell. More's the pity.
Continuing to lie in bed Felicia wondered what to do with herself.
She could be patient and wait for Peter to come back, assuming he could and that another problem didn't immediately spring up after the first one had been dealt with, as so often was the case, or she could get dressed, swing on home, have a nice long hot bath and then…
Felicia pictured herself coming back to his apartment, hoping that Peter would have returned and that the two of them might be able to spend some time together without costumes, sirens, and calamity acting as a third wheel. As fun as their high flying lives could be, she wasn't against the idea of a quiet hour or two alone together.
Throwing off the duvet, Felicia got out of bed and walked towards the door to the living room. She would leave a note for him, just to say she would be back later and that she loved him-
Opening the bedroom door, Felicia came to a sharp stop when she saw Peter prancing around his second hand stove with what looked like clumps of dried webbing in his hair.
Unaware of her presence, Peter began pouring some liquid from a jug into a pan all while softly chanting some kind of song under his breath. "Don't burn." She caught as the sound of sizzling filled the air and Peter put down the jug and reached for a spatula. "Don't burn, don't burn, flip over, and don't burn."
Enjoying the spectacle, Felicia debated on slipping back inside the bedroom to look for her underwear, or to give her already engrossed boyfriend something else to think about. A sudden bang caused her to jump as the heavily modified toaster popped up two blackened pieces of bread.
"Oh no." Peter muttered as he turned to look.
A second later and thick grey smoke started to rise up from the toaster, causing Peter to let out a hissing sound and abandon whatever it was in the pan. "No, no, no." He growled, pulling the toaster's plug from the wall socket which caused the toaster's innards to spark, release a final plume of smoke, and then die.
"Wonderful." Peter sighed; picking up the two slices of burnt bread and throwing them into the bin. Turning his attention back to his pan, he never even suspected that Felicia was standing behind him until her arms slipped around his waist.
"Good morning." She purred while Peter let out a yelp of surprise.
Burying her head into the square of his back, Felicia tried to stifle her laughter as New York's number one hero began to stumble over excuses. "Th-that was not a scream, I um... burnt myself."
"Uh-huh."
"I did- I, I. Morning."
"Morning Spider." Felicia smirked, stepping into view and stealing all of Peter's attention. "Is any of this for me?" She pointed. He opened his mouth but no sound came out, causing Felicia to raise an eyebrow. "You've seen it all before."
"And the view never spoils." He managed to spit out.
Pleased with the comeback, Felicia leaned against him for a brief second before she noticed something. "You're burning it."
"What?"
"Peter!"
Turning back to the pan, Peter groaned and flipped his burning whatever it was, over. Deciding that she had her fun, Felicia slowly strutted back to the bedroom, feeling Peter's eyes on her with every step.
Closing the door behind her, Felicia found her underwear and borrowed a clean t-shirt from Peter's closet. Now appropriately dressed, she returned to the living room and found Peter serving up what looked like several overdone pancakes onto a plate.
"Hey. Hope you're hungry." He smiled as he carried the plate over to his couch and placed it on the small coffee table beside it.
"Sure, what are we having?" Felicia asked as she eyed up the breakfast.
Returning to his prep area, Peter picked up two forks and a small bottle of syrup. "Wheat cakes."
"Is that what they are?" Taking a fork from Peter, Felicia carefully gave the browned flat cakes a curious poke. "Are they always this well done?"
"Yeah, you'll love em trust me." Peter tried to reassure her, but the sceptical look on Felicia's face remained.
"By the way what happened to your hair?"
Peter's face flushed with colour and he ran a hand over his head where pieces of hardened web fluid remained stuck in his hair. "Long story. This corner store was being robbed, I didn't have my mask so I…"
"Made one out of your own web fluid?" Felicia asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Not the first time I've done that." Peter confessed.
"What did I ever see in you?" She teased.
"My fantastic wit and incredible cooking skills?"
Shaking her head, Felicia poked the top wheat cake with her fork again and then slowly began cutting a piece off. "Well you've got one of those at least, jury's still out on the second."
"Try it." Peter encouraged, offering her the syrup bottle.
After separating a small piece of wheat cake away from the whole, Felicia poured on some syrup, impaled the fluffy yet crispy piece of food on her fork, and then popped it into her mouth.
It was surprisingly good.
"Not bad." She admitted after a few seconds of chewing. "Maybe you're not a total loss."
"Thanks." Peter said and playfully bumped shoulders with her.
"Get yourself a shower and some clean clothes and you might be worth taking out somewhere." Felicia continued as she began stabbing at the wheat cakes again.
"I love you too." Peter laughed and then began helping her devour their breakfast. "So…" He started as the wheat cakes began to vanish with increasing speed. "I think I've proven my point."
"One batch of pancakes doesn't make you a good cook." Felicia countered. "Plus you burnt the toast."
"Not my fault."
"You built the toaster." She fired back, pouring more syrup over the last few wheat cakes.
"Still not my fault." Peter deflected.
"Besides," Felicia continued. "I was promised breakfast in bed." Peter stopped chewing and turned to face her. "Not a bed." The former cat burglar said, patting his worn couch. "Therefore your promise is unfulfilled and you prove nothing. I win." She stabbed her fork down onto the last wheat cake and smirked in triumph.
Peter opened his mouth to continue arguing, mentally stumbled, and then let out a defeated sigh. "You suck." He managed to utter as Felicia finished off the final wheat cake.
"Yep." She winked, placed her fork down on the empty plate and then slid it towards him. "But at least you can tempt me into staying for breakfast next time."
"Glad I'm good for something." Peter sighed dramatically. Picking up the plate and forks, he stood up to carry them to the sink only for Felicia to block his way. "Something else miss?"
"Yeah," She smiled and leaned forward placing a quick kiss on his lips. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"I'm gonna have a shower now." Felicia continued as she turned and walked towards the bedroom. "Care to join me?"
All but dropping the plate and cutlery back down on the coffee table, Peter chased after Felicia. Neither of them seemed to mind that it took several minutes for the hot water to kick in.
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