Spider-Man Mayhem

[Third Person's PoV] 

Two days later…

Peter was sprawled on the bed in shorts and a T-shirt, his mouth slightly open as one hand rested beneath his shirt. He had spent the rest of the night patrolling the city while also guiding the Fantastic Four, who had recently started receiving training from his group.

As Peter snored, his eyes abruptly shot open—the door to his room was suddenly kicked down with aggressive force.

His body reacted on instinct, and in an instant, he was clinging to the ceiling. His head snapped toward the entrance just in time to see his door fly off its hinges, followed by a loud bang!

Uncle Ben stood in the doorway, his foot still raised. Aunt May stared at him in disbelief, while Peter looked at both of them in sheer fright.

"..."

"WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!" Peter and Aunt May shouted in unison, both directing their outrage at Ben.

Ben slowly lowered his foot and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "I… forgot about my strength for a second."

Peter, still hanging from the ceiling with one hand, looked mournfully at the shattered remains of his door. "My door…"

"I'll fix it…" Ben muttered meekly.

"You're damn right you will!" Aunt May snapped.

Peter sighed, still processing the chaos. "So, uh… any particular reason my door had to suffer? What crime did it commit?"

Aunt May and Uncle Ben suddenly looked awkward before exchanging glances. Then, in perfect sync, they both threw up jazz hands.

"Surprise! Happy Birthday!"

Peter blinked. "Oh… right. That's today." Their awkwardness was rubbing off on him now.

Aunt May stepped over the wooden debris, arms outstretched, and pulled Peter into a warm hug before planting a kiss on his cheek. "Congratulations on turning sixteen! Ugh, you're growing up too fast. Before we know it, you'll be eighteen and moving out…" Her voice trailed off, growing crestfallen.

Peter groaned. "Please don't start. You'll cry if you keep talking about it."

"You're right, you're right!" Aunt May quickly wiped at her eyes before grinning. "Today is your big day—one step closer to adulthood! No time for tears."

Meanwhile, Uncle Ben had picked up the door and attempted to place it back in its original position. It wobbled, tilted, then fell over again. After a few failed attempts, he sighed and leaned it against Peter's closet instead.

"Uh, anyway," Ben said, dusting off his hands. "We came to tell you to call all your friends—we're throwing a barbecue-style birthday party in the backyard."

Peter grinned. "I hope you stocked up on a lot of meat. We're all big eaters—side effect of having powers."

Ben smirked, thumping his chest proudly. "Don't worry. I know how much you can eat, so May and I went on a bit of a spree yesterday to stock up."

Aunt May's expression suddenly darkened as she turned to Ben, her glare sharp enough to make even a war veteran flinch. "What are you still doing here? You better fix that damn door before the guests arrive."

She jabbed an accusatory finger toward him. "I'm warning you, Benjamin—the door better be fixed before people start showing up."

Ben pointed over his shoulder. "I'll… go get my tools." He muttered awkwardly as he left, mumbling under his breath, "She's been feisty lately…"

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Aunt May called after him, hands on her hips.

Ben froze for a second, then quickly shot back, "Uh… that I love you?"

Aunt May scoffed. "Coward."

Then she turned to Peter, who instinctively raised an arm in defense. He hadn't done anything wrong—yet—but with Aunt May, you never knew.

Instead of scolding him, she reached over and pinched his cheek. In a soft, tender voice, she said, "Go get ready. Dress up nice and handsome—you're the star of the show today."

"Uh… sure," Peter said, quickly grabbing his towel and making a beeline out of the room.

Aunt May remained behind, tilting her head in confusion. "Surely, I'm not that scary… am I?" she muttered to herself. Completely unaware of just how intimidating a super soldier aunt could be.

…

Peter stared at himself in the mirror, as usual—something he unfortunately loved doing.

He wore a light blue button-down shirt with matching pants, the top buttons slightly undone, revealing a hint of his pecs. The shirt fit snugly, accentuating his physique, which he normally kept hidden beneath baggy clothes.

Rolling up his sleeves, he ran a hand through his hair. His hazel-brown locks were still damp, giving them a natural shine. Messy yet effortlessly stylish, it only added to his charm.

"Peter Parker, you just never miss, do you?" he mused, smirking at his reflection. "I better watch out—I wouldn't want to seduce someone's mom~"

"HA!"

Peter flinched at the muffled laugh coming from the other side of the door. He had completely forgotten Uncle Ben was still within earshot.

"I'm coming through…" Peter warned as he opened the door, only to find Uncle Ben grinning, nails held between his lips.

Removing them, Ben continued chuckling before his expression turned suddenly serious. "You're not actually planning to seduce anyone's mom, right?"

Peter blinked, taken aback. "What? No! Do you seriously think I'm capable of something like that?!"

Ben crossed his arms. "Peter, you somehow convinced three girls to be in a relationship with you in your so-called harem. At this point, I believe you're capable of anything."

Peter rolled his eyes. "As heartwarming as your belief in me is, I still have a sense of decency and morality."

Ben scoffed. "Again, you managed to convince three girls to join your harem. Forgive me if I question your definition of morality." He placed the nails back in his mouth before waving Peter off. "Anyway, go help out your aunt. She's outside setting things up. Madeline and MJ will be arriving soon to lend a hand."

"Just be careful using your strength in front of MJ's mom—she doesn't know about MJ's powers," Peter reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah, we know… Now get going, pretty boy." Ben shooed him away. "If you make me laugh again, I might accidentally swallow a nail."

Peter chuckled as he walked down the stairs. His phone buzzed, and he glanced at his watch, where a holographic notification appeared.

Harry: SOS

Peter tilted his head in confusion. Another buzz.

Harry: My dad wants to come over, and I can't think of a reason to decline.

*buzz*

Harry: What Do!?!

Peter smirked and muttered, "Aria, respond: 'Secretly drug him'—crying laughing emoji."

Suppressing his laughter, he reached the front door just as a knock sounded. Opening it, he was greeted by MJ, looking stunning as always.

She wore a stylish green plaid open jacket over a black crop top, paired with jeans. Her long red hair flowed freely, its tip slightly curly, with sunglasses resting atop her head as an accessory.

"Wow," MJ said, eyeing him up and down. "Looking sharp, tiger… Talk about eye candy."

She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his waist and tiptoeing to kiss him.

Peter grinned. "Wow yourself, hot stuff~ Are you sure you're here for my birthday and not auditioning to be a supermodel?"

MJ giggled, wiping her lipstick off his lips with her thumb. "Hehehe, I'm definitely here to celebrate with the birthday boy. It just so happens they sent him a supermodel to celebrate with him~"

"AHEM!!!"

They both jumped at the sharp clearing of a throat. Sheepishly, MJ turned while Peter looked over her shoulder to find Madeline, MJ's mother, standing with a birthday present in hand and an unimpressed expression.

"Are you going to invite us in, or do I have to stand here watching you two be lovey-dovey on the doorstep?" Madeline asked dryly.

"Ah—sorry!" Peter stepped aside. "Come in, it's good to see you joining us, Mrs. Watson."

As MJ entered, Madeline sighed and pulled Peter into a brief side hug. "Pete, we've known each other for years and you've slept over repeatedly—you can call me Maddy, I won't mind. And happy birthday."

"Thanks," Peter said bashfully.

Closing the door behind them, he added, "You're actually the first ones here—we're still setting up."

"Don't worry, we came to help," Maddy said, handing Peter the present.

He accepted it gratefully and led them through the kitchen, setting the gift on the table before heading out to the backyard.

The yard was decorated with balloons and folded chairs, all bearing the same message: Happy Birthday. Aunt May was setting up a table, struggling with a tablecloth that kept flapping in the breeze.

She turned and smiled at the new arrivals. "Hey, you two."

After greeting Madeline with a hug, she turned to Peter. "Can you go grab the grill from the shed?"

"Sure thing," he said, making his way across the yard.

"What do you want us to do?" MJ asked, eager to help.

"Be a dear and help me set up the chairs," Aunt May replied before turning to Madeline. "Could you help me finish setting up the table?"

"Of course."

As MJ arranged the chairs, she glanced toward Peter. There was just something so attractive about a man rolling up his sleeves and getting to work, especially when he was effortlessly carrying something heavy.

"MJ?" Madeline called, following her gaze.

Noticing where her daughter's eyes were fixated, she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "That boy of yours, May…"

Aunt May, witnessing the interaction, gave an awkward smile. "What can I say? He gets his looks from me."

MJ, still staring dreamily at Peter, thought to herself after hearing Aunt May, 'Is narcissism in the Parker name, or is Peter just that good at influencing people?'

Her thoughts were interrupted as she caught sight of the veins along Peter's forearms.

'Oh my God, those veins! Ugh! So hot!'

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