“What the f-”
I turn around without thinking and see May looking at me and my eyes go wide.
“Peter? Is that really you? Please tell me I’m seeing things. You’re the one going out and trying to save all those people? You could’ve died, and then what would I have done?”
“May, calm down,” I start.
“Calm down? You want me to calm down?” He takes a deep breath. “Who else knows about this?”
“Mr. St-, Mr. Stark knows about it,” I say, defeated.
“He made the suit. Of course, he made the suit. Who else? Ned?”
I don’t say anything.
“Peter, you have to help me understand. How did you start doing this?”
“It was seven months ago. I was bitten by a radioactive spider and, and then I had powers.” I look at her. “May, I promise, I’m fine. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I’m not alone. Mr. Stark is helping me.”
“He didn’t do a very good job, did he? You could have died on that boat, Peter.”
“I know, I know, and Mr. Stark took away my suit after I pulled that stunt. He gave me a big lecture, actually. He said that if I was nothing without the suit then I shouldn’t have it.”
“Why do you have it now?”
“He gave it back to me when I declined his offer to join the Avengers,” I say.
“He offered you, a fifteen-year-old boy, to join the Avengers.” She looks at me. “Wait a minute, you rejected it?”
“Yeah. I told him that I just wanted to be a friendly neighborhood Spiderman. Look at you now, May. I can only imagine what you would have said to me if I had said that I had to leave,” I chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood.
“May, please don’t make me stop doing this. I wouldn’t know myself without being Spiderman,” I plead.
“Just, don’t die, okay?” She gives me a tight hug and I sigh in relief.
“Yeah,” I say.