Aunt May hurried around the kitchen of the small New York apartment that she so generously shared with Peter. As he stayed locked up inside the comforts of his own room, she hustled around the living room and kitchen. She had cleaned the living room ten times over, absolutely nothing out of place. Her long, brown hair was pulled up into a very loose bun, however, the look on her face was filled with nothing less than excitement and determination. The kitchen was extremely messy, dishes everywhere as well as baking ingredients. However, the smell of baking cookies made the mess quite understandable. The woman's eyes darted over towards the oven clock every single minute that passed, practically counting the seconds as they went by.

Knock, knock…

The knock coming from the front door of the apartment was barely even something that someone could even be able to hear. Aunt May jumped up into the air and practically squealed with pure glee despite the very underwhelming knock from the door. She brushed off her flour-covered pants as best she could before shoving the front door wide open. On the other side stood a nervous-looking Allison, fiddling with the side of her maroon shirt. She gave Aunt May a weak smile.

"H-hello," she said trying her best to sound confident, "Are you… are you Peter's aunt?"

Aunt May shook her head, "Yes, indeed, I am! A pleasure to meet you, Allison. Please, come inside."

Allison hesitated for a moment but Aunt May practically pulled her inside the doorframe. She was instantly hit with the smell of freshly baked cookies and the sound of trash TV playing in the background. "Oh, I am just so excited to finally meet you! Peter has told me so much about you already…" Aunt May blabbered on cheekily, shuffling around in the kitchen.

"Oh, speaking of which," Aunt May turned towards the hallway and yelled, "Peter! Allison is here!"

Not even a second passed when Peter came bursting out of his room at the end of the hall. He was wearing a geeky T-shirt and baggy blue jeans, so honestly nothing new for him style-wise. His hair was quite messy and was lazily left untamed. His face lit up seeing Allison, "Hey! Good to see you..."

Her smile grew a little more confidently, "Hi, Pete."

Aunt May chirped in, "Cookies are almost done in the oven. You two can just… hangout and I'll bring you the snack later."

"Sounds good, May," Peter called, already shoving Allison right into his room.

He politely closed the door behind him with a light clicking sound. Allison carefully put her backpack down on the chair Peter had pulled up by the desk. She pulled out a big math textbook, a little red folder, and a little pencil. The two plopped down next to each other on Peter's bed, trying to make sure that they were comfortable.

"Thanks for helping me with this…" she mumbled, flipping through the textbook's pages.

Peter chuckled with a cheeky grin on his face, "Anytime, really. Be-besides, I like… hanging out with you."

She raised an eyebrow, "Even when we do math?"

"Especially when we do math," Peter laughed.

Allison grinned but didn't meet his gaze. Peter searched her face, trying to meet the gaze of her bright blue eyes again. She did not look up at him, however. Allison continued to stare at the textbook in front of her. Sighing, she frowned and bit her bottom lip hard.

"You alright?" Peter asked.

"Yeah…" she nodded, giving him a weak smile. The smile on her face then quickly faded as her shoulders fell. Allison's eyes wandered away from Peter as they filled up with tears. She shook her head, "No…"

"What's wrong?" Peter asked, leaning a little closer to her and politely setting her textbook aside, "I'm listening."

"It's just-" Allison took a deep breath, "I-I know it's been… it's been a few weeks… b-but I-"

"Allison," Peter said, cutting her off, "you don't need to be sorry for being upset about that. You were abused; you have every right to feel like this. I just… want you to know I'm here for you."

She sniffed, tears starting to fall down her cheeks, "Y-you mean it…?"

He smiled, pushing some of her blonde curls behind her ear, "Of course."

"W-well…" she sighed, "I just, I'm not entirely sure what is next for me to be honest. I don't know how long my uncle will be able to support me all on his own. And since my parents will never give me any funds for college, I don't even know if I will be able to go anymore… my whole life, it was right there in front of me… now, well, I just am not quite sure anymore."

Peter pondered her words for a moment, biting his lip. It had been about two weeks since his discovery of how her parents treated her. Since then she had been living with her uncle while her parents were taken into custody. The situation was tough for Allison but Peter was sure that with enough time and positive thinking, she would be fine. He was willing to help her of course, he just had no clue how to.

Then it hit him.

"Tony Stark…" Peter muttered, his eyes widening.

"Hmm?" she looked up at him.

"T-Tony Stark!" Peter smiled, "I-I had an internship with Tony Stark, remember? I still k-keep in touch with him; maybe… maybe we can work something out on the… college end of the spectrum."

Her eyes widened, "Re-really? He would do that?"

"Tony Stark is a good person… besides; I could maybe strike a deal with him. Maybe you could work for him in exchange for help…" Peter grinned.

Allison bit her lip, "I… I-I don't know… this… wow, that would be the chance of a-a lifetime."

Peter put a hand on hers, "I promise I won't let him rest until he considers it."

She giggled, giving him a small smile and squeezing his hand tight. Peter laughed nervously, wiping away the tears left on her cheeks. Her face flushed at the feeling of his soft fingers lingered on her face before pulling them from her. The heat left by them lingered for a moment before her cheeks, once again, turned cold. Shyly looking down at the floor, Allison kept the sheepish grin on her face, "Thanks, Peter. For, you know… caring for me."

He chuckled, "Well, who wouldn't? Allison… I regret not attempting to get closer to you before that science project. I mean, you've always kind of been there since middle school and yeah I was curious about who you were but I never did anything about it. Maybe if I did, then your parents would have been caught sooner… I really do hate to see you suffer. You mean a lot to me…"

"Peter…"

He looked at her warmly, feeling quite brave for once. He used the hand that wasn't still holding hers to cup her face. Her smile widened from ear to ear. "I-I do care about you…" he said, barely audible.

Allison giggled, "I care about you too, Peter…"

He bit his bottom lip but then chuckled weakly. Gaining a tad bit of confidence from her saying she cared about him, Peter leaned forward and his lips collided with hers. She gasped in surprise but quickly kissed him back. Her free hand moved to the back of his head and played with his hair.

After a few minutes, the two finally separated in need of air. Painting, they both chuckled with big, goofy grins on their cheery faces. Peter leaned in again and leaned his forehead against Allison's. She did the same, cupping his cheek as he held her hips.

"You know… this visit was about doing math…" Peter laughed.

She rolled her eyes, "Screw math, this is more comforting."

"Hmm, well, if you say so."

"What do you mean?" she giggled, "It's totally better! Gosh, you're such a nerd!"

"Mmm…" Peter leaned a little closer to her, "I'm your nerd."

She rolled her eyes but giggled. Letting himself move towards her, she met his lips with hers. This kiss was filled with a little bit more passion, kissing each other with slightly more intensity than the last one. Despite that, in a few more minutes passed before they separated.

"Wait… does th-this mean we're…?" Peter questioned.

Allison nodded, "Yeah… you're my boyfriend…"

"Awesome…" Peter breathed.

She giggled.

Knock, knock…

The hard knock from Peter's bedroom door scared the crap out of Peter and Allison; the two of them jumped up in surprise. The both of them yelled at the same time, "Yeah!?"

"Cookies are ready!" Aunt May called from the other side of the doorway, "I thought they'd be done sooner but they needed to cook more! Come out you two and have some."

Allison grinned and Peter sighed. They pulled themselves from Peter's room to meet Aunt May on the other side of the doorway. She led them to the kitchen where a large tray of chocolate-chip cookies sat on top of the kitchen island. Peter and Allison each took one while Aunt May patiently waited for their thoughts.

"They're wonderful," Allison complemented sweetly, "thank you so much."

Aunt May grinned smugly at Peter, "Oh, she's a keeper!"

Peter rolled his eyes, "Yeah, well, anyways… they're good, as always."

"So…" Aunt May leaned her hands against the island, "How's the study hall going?"

"Eh," Peter shrugged, "could be going better. Allison's not terrible at math, though."

Allison rolled her eyes, "Ha! Very funny…"

Aunt May eyed them suspiciously.

"Speaking of which," Peter started, "we should get back to that, actually."

"Yeah," Allison nodded.

"Ugh, then what are you two still standing here chatting with me?" Aunt May shooed them, "Go on and study!"

Laughing, Peter and Allison retreated back into Peter's room. They shut the door behind them, still chuckling at the woman's words and silly attitude.

Peter shook his head, "May… she's so special."

Allison smiled, "You're lucky, Pete. She's sweet."

"You're sweeter."

She fake gagged, "Ugh! Pete, so gross!"

He laughed, "Yeah, whatever. It's true, though, don't even try to deny it."

"Anyways," she sighed, "let's actually get this work done."

"Alright," Peter playfully wined, sitting down next to her on the bed.

Hello everyone, it is me, BaagelScribbles. I trust that y'all are having a swell day!

I'm sorry this took a while but I would have written a lot more this week bit I got really sick. However, now I'm feeling better and I was able to finish the chapter!

Anyways, thank you all for reading!

-BaagelScribbles

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