Sickness
"Hey tiger, don't forget to bring the baby powder for baby May and cough syrup. xx love you " a text from Mary Jane, and Peter responded with the ok emoji. He was just having a hectic battle with Stegron for some odd reason, thankfully Doc Conners didn't show up, he was recovering from the recurring transformation, alas another battle he had with the Lizard. There has been a pattern with lizard animals lately, and Peter didn't laugh at his own little joke there, nonetheless, he managed to thwart Stegron, and that's good on his book.
Peter web slung from Brooklyn Bridge, and landed on top of a train with a thud, and stood there, for the train to reach Queens, and then he slid onto the familiar alley, he was used to going there on his early superhero days. He donned his civilian clothes and headed to the deli to bring a couple of ingredients for Aunt May's famous wheat cakes, and a baby powder. He paid a couple of bucks to the nice old lady cashier, and he made a victory whistle because for once, he has a day off of being a superhero, now he has to take care of his sick wife, and his beautiful baby.
"Honey I am home," Peter said in a cheesy tone. he heard a loud giggle from Baby May, the sound was in the kitchen, and Peter furrows his brow because Liz was already there, feeding both Normie and Mayday. "Guess my job has been replaced" Peter quips, behind the door. "Aaah, goodness gracious, don't give me a heart attack Peter!" Liz said with a smile. They hugged for a moment, and Liz told Peter that Mary Jane is on the bed, Peter nods and then heads to their bedroom.
There she is, lying on the bed, sick, and pale for a woman who was just vibrant, and happy. Peter brought the cough syrup and sets it onto the nightstand. "You look ok" Peter tries to joke but failed. She sneezes repeatedly, and then took a long sniff onto the napkin. "Oh please, I look like a mess" Mary Jane muttered under the napkin. "A sexy mess" Peter jokes. Although she looks frail and sick, she still gives him shudders both the right and the wrong way. "Did you brought the baby powder I texted?" Mary Jane said. "Oh Red, you do know I am also a parent right?" Peter smiles. "A handsome parent I daresay" Mary Jane half purred, half sniffed. "Oh chucks, if you weren't sick by now, I would've made hanky panky stuff with you by now" Peter half blushes, half smirks. "Hold that proposal tiger, I will kee... I wi... I achoo!" Mary Jane sneezes, and it landed on Peter's face. "I am sorry" Mary Jane flushes. "Not a sweat, I will take care baby May" Peter ushers to let Mary Jane rest. She protested a bit, and spoke, "But, with your day job, and fighting crimes?" Mary Jane furrowed her brows. "Well, I am taking a break, don't want to let my beautiful wife infect me and Mayday" Peter grins and ducked quickly because Mary Jane pushed the pillow. "God I just picked a bad day to get sick 'sniff' 'sniff'" Mary Jane said. "Uh-huh, not as bad as when I traveled to the North Pole with Logan and fighting frost giants with my spandex suit" Peter grins. "And that's why I love you, you dork. you care about the others more than your sorry tushy self" Mary Jane said while groping Peter's butt. "Pretty lady, hands off my butt, not until you recover, now to be a full parent mode" Peter made a jerk motion that makes Mary Jane laughs loudly and coughing.
The whole day was nothing but crying, giggling, changing napkins, and telling bedtime stories. It was a peaceful day, well sort of. Peter grows alarmed at the several sirens, which was odd, in a time like this. What's more frustrating is Mayday's cry was ear-deafening, almost as if she was transcending Peter's spider-sense. Peter made a mental note to check on the early signs of May's powers. Now it is not the... "We are interrupting this program, a loose killer by the name "Fat Jimmy", has escaped the Maximum Rift, and he is heavily armed. He is dangerous, and do not make fun of his stature. I repeat, lock your doors and windows. If you have seen the man, call 911 with the emergency number on the screen" The news reporter said. Peter clicks off the TV, and he saw baby May asleep peacefully, and in a cute way that would make his heart melt, but there is the killer on loose. Peter instantly locked the doors, and the windows, sighing in relief that the sound of the neighborhood was quiet until. "Aaaaah, Peter!" the sound of Mary Jane pleaded.
Peter ran a bit aggressively and dashed onto the door with brute force until his anger dissipates into a mixture of holding laughter, and amusement. The news wasn't lying about the man. He is fat, fatter than Wilson Fisk, fatter than the neighbor Peter use to live with. He is chubby, he can eat ten pounds of a burger. Ok, Peter ran out of fat jokes. "What?" Fat Jimmy shouts. "It is just that I thought the news is lying slightly on your posture, what did you do Jimbo, you ate the guard?" Peter carefully arranges the word, not to sound the signature Spider-Man quips. "Call me fat one more time, and your wife will be dead in seconds." Jimmy threatens with a knife onto Mary Jane's throat. "Or what? you will throw up Chrysler's Building?" Peter now gets slightly angry, he knows Mary Jane can evade the fat man's grip, she just chose a bad day to be sick. "Let's talk like a casual man to man, if you want money? you picked a wrong house pal"
Peter raises his hand, waiting for the right moment to distract the man, before blinding him with a spare web shooter. "On the contrary, I was told that this is the place of Parker Residence, the man who takes pictures of Spider-Man." Jimmy spat, and Peter half cringes, half furious. "I have unfinished business with him," Jimmy said. So that was Fat Jimmy huh, small world. Now I remember, he was this low life street thug, who got maxed up Peter thought. "I can assure you Spider-Man does not live here," Peter said in a commanding tone. "LIAR! BRING ME SPIDER-MAN" Jimmy shouted, so loud that he woke up Baby May, and she screamed that caught Jimmy off guard, and Peter shot two webs, one on the eyes, and the mouth, and took a time to deliver a blow. This will make a cover-up that Spider-Man showed up and saved the day. He will have a word with J. Jonah Jameson if it is the last thing he ever does.
Luckily the police showed up, and Peter brought the towering brute and explained lamely that Spider-Man showed up, and managed to save the Parker Residence, of all places. Peter sighs in relief that they bought it. Peter felt his nose getting runny, and then he lets out a loud sneeze. The officers walked away a bit and wore the mask. "Whoa there son, at least warn us" The officer remarks. "Sorry officer, I think my wife infected me," Peter said. "Have a nice day Mr. Parker"
It has been three days, and Peter sat on the bed, coughing, and sneezing while Mary Jane brings the famous chicken soup recipe from his late aunt May. This time, he cannot touch Baby May, but she gave him a cute drawing of him and his wife, holding a smiling stickman picture of Mayday. The words on the get well card says. 'Get well soon father of the most angelic daughter, and please keep your promise on the hanky panky, I have ideas that would make you go crazy. Love you MJ xx and Baby Mayday' Peter smiles goofily, thanks to his accelerated healing, which somehow inhibits in the last 3 days, but he felt as good as new. Luckily Ben and Kaine dropped by, and are finishing Peter's business. For now, he is focusing on the promise he makes to his beautiful wife, and the surprise she makes.