Author's Notes: I've actually been waiting to write this one. EXCITEMENT!
Where in the timeline: Peter and Gwen are dating.
Letter: I
Word: Intelligent
"No, no, this piece goes here."
"Peter that doesn't even make sense. Have you ever done this before?"
"Of course! Me and Uncle Ben used to do this stuff for Aunt May."
"Then you should know, that makes no sense!"
Gwen gave Peter a glare, hands on the plank of wood he refused to release.
They were attempting to assemble a piece of Swedish furniture that Gwen's mother had recently purchased. All assembly required. Peter thought plank N3 was supposed to attach to planks K1 and K2, with screws Y3 through 7, which were in turn attached to the motherplank, plank A.
Gwen thought quite the opposite, saying that plank N3 was supposed to attach to the side, and plank C was supposed to go on top of planks K1 and 2, using bolts A4 and five.
"If you would just let me show you," Gwen said, giving the board another tug.
Peter gave her a smug look. He only held the board with the tip of one finger.
"But I know what I'm doing," she said in a slightly whiny tone.
"But I'm smarter than you."
"But I graduated at the top of the class."
"Only because I gained superhuman abilities and had to save the city three times before then!"
"This isn't about who's more intelligent than who!"
"Then why did you bring it up?!"
They both fell silent, giving each other hard looks. The corners of their mouths began twitching. There were giggles rising into their throats.
Peter was the first to break with a snort and a lopsided grin, and Gwen followed up with a giggle and a snort of her own.
"Sorry," they both said in unison.
Simon, the oldest of Gwen's brothers, had been watching them from the hallway with great amusement. He walked into the living room and sat down to Peter's right. Without a word, he laid out the pieces in order to be assembled, placing small baggies of screws and bolts beside the holes they were to go in.
Gwen glanced at the instructions that had been so confusing to her and her boyfriend, and gaped at her brother.
"You two nerds stick to the lab," he said with an ornery grin.
Author's Notes: I know that Peter doesn't do just science, having invented and a assembled more than one gadget for Spider-Man's use, but please suspend the Marvel reality for full enjoyment XD I'm also really looking forward to this next letter and word: J is for Jam!