Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

Peter had persuaded Aunt May to wait until the weekend. He could time it with his date with Gwen, and wouldn’t have work. It was only a few days, and so she agreed.

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Aunt May was stunned. Which then went past shocked, right into what the hell? And straight out the other side of sweet Jesus.

Peter hadn't been joking when he said he'd been busy tidying up and upgrading the once meth lab. White floors, and clean windows with a nice cool breeze filtering through the whole place. This was almost as nice as where they currently lived.

May couldn't find anything to pick over, well almost.

"You plan on living here?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at Peter's sparse living conditions.

He had bought an army surplus cot bed and thrown a few blankets thrown over it. A kettle sat on a small table. Next to an overflowing trash bag.

Clothes were piled into two categories she could see. One clean, she hoped, and one that was definitely dirty going by the smell.

He would often stop in for a few hours to do small jobs, and wanted something that was a bit more comfortable than a floor.

Peter just shrugged. Of course, he didn't. This was just a pit stop for when he got tired and Aunt May knew it.

He was home most nights by eleven. While he might be gone at seven in the morning he wasn't ready to live here full-time just yet.

He might have gotten the water heater from Alexsi but the plumbing was still nonexistent. He had the pipes removed and the new plastic ones in place but he had wasted several days fitting them. It was difficult fiddly work, and he cursed the realtor who had neglected to mention it. They still needed to be sealed, another time-consuming and difficult job.

Aunt May came in and hugged him. "Peter, never forget that I'm proud of you and that your Uncle Ben would be too." She felt the tears coming and held Peter tight until they passed. Her fears he was lost and directionless were unfounded, right now, she couldn't be prouder.

“However young man. We do need to talk.”

Aunt May had in her hand a letter. Signed by Peter, from Matt. He had given over his rights to his parent's trust fund. As May was not a blood relation, she had no rights to their pension or death benefits and it had remained sealed until Peter hit eighteen.

“May, You should have had that to raise me.” Peter said with a shrug, “And I kinda spent all the Oscorp money on this place.” He saw her raise an eyebrow, “I paid my tuition, dont panic,” he soothed her.

May huffed and frowned, “But still.”

Peter moved in and hugged her, “You gave up everything Aunt May. You deserve it.”

She wrapped her arms around him, “Fine.” she tutted, “but no more okay? You need to think of your future, Peter.”

“I am Aunt May, I am.” Peter kissed her on the forehead, “I have one thanks to you.”

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Peter left her to explore the warehouse and she took the chance to do so while he went out to get some food for them. She wasn't a fan of burgers but Peter told her there was a great selection and he would get something she would like.

The outside of the homes was spotless. The matting had arrived and Peter had laid it out and glued it down. There were paths around the inside down to each home. Surrounding the centre raised platform which was also carpeted. Peter had brought out some serviceable camp chairs and had set up another table.

The high windows, now covered in a privacy film had been left open. Even with the film, the warm sunlight brightened and heated the interior. The cool winter breeze slowly warming into spring meant the warehouse was warm.

The engineering that he had put into each of what he called box homes was astounding. They might have been fabricated and easy to build but the seams were almost invisible, and the wiring was well hidden.

May had little experience of the work herself she had seen some of Bens and what Peter had done was impressive. And not just the one home. All were equally as neat and meticulous. Peter had outdone himself, and with more space, she knew he would be fine. Five tenants would bring in a lot of money each month.

As she made herself comfortable, the front door opened and in walked Gwen.

"Look who I found," Gwen's voice rang out and with Peter in tow, Gwen hoisted bags of food leaving Peter to hold the sodas.

"Gwen dear," May reached forwards and helped her, setting the bags of food down on a table Peter was using.

Peter had gotten her a grilled cheese and a piping hot cup of tomato soup. A staple anywhere. The food was surprisingly good and the atmosphere was warm and comfortable. The three chatted about the future and Gwen hinted about moving in.

"Now you two, I know things will be rosy to start with but you should keep your own space. Ben and I started out in a cramped one-room place and it was a nightmare."

"Aunt May!" Peter exclaimed. He had told her they were dating but he didn't realise that they would be moving in together. "It's the same building, we're not moving in moving in. I've got my own place. Plus, Gwen's already called dibs on the first home."

"Oh on that Pete. MJ will come around in a few days. I told her and she's interested," Gwen said as she slurped on her soda, washing down the taco she had gotten.

May shook her head,

"I hope you two can start to get along again, it was such a shame you never reconnected." Peter hung his head to avoid May's gaze, he couldn't tell her that Flash was the reason they never spoke in High School.

“Felicia said no though. Her dad needs her to stay home and housesit or something. I dunno, she seemed pretty stoked about it but then changed her mind, you guys fight?”

Peter shook his head, “She’s been pretty distant after she asked me to prom. I mean, did you two fight?”

Gwen looked at her soda, “Yeah, don’t ask 'cause I can’t tell. It’s not my place.” As Peter looked at her he nodded.

To break the tense atmosphere, Peter slid a thick book out from beneath the camp table he had set up. “Pick paint unless you don't mind the white. Uh, try not to pick something too expensive.”

Gwen rolled her eyes as she flicked through it, “I was thinking gold on everything,”

May covered her mouth to hide the small laugh as to how gaudy and tacky that would look.

After finishing their meal Peter called Aunt May a taxi. It was supposed to be a date and he wanted to spend a little time alone with Gwen before she had to head home as well.

After they had hugged and Peter watched Aunt May leave, he turned to find Gwen behind him. She leaned on his shoulder and wrapped her hands around his waist.

"So, Petey Pie, whatcha wanna do?" she asked him, breathing in his ear.

“Come here.” Peter sat down on the camp bed he had. "A bed fit for a princess." Gwen laughed as she lay next to him, feeling nicely stuffed but happy to just lie there.

"Hey Pete, are you sure about this? I mean, I get the angry bit, but Fel just seems even more insufferable." She pulled his arm over and cuddled up to it.

Peter snorted, "Yeah. May asked me the same and I am, I couldn't stand it anymore. I know I should stay quiet but I can’t. He’s too much."

Gwen scowled and pulled his arm closer to her, letting it rest where it was most comfortable. It wasn’t her fault that was gently cupping one of her breasts.

“I uh,” Peter began but Gwen just shushed him, and he snuggled closer.

Gwen sighed, she sometimes wished that she could do the same but Peter had the warehouse and plans. He had a supportive Aunt whereas Gwen would be grounded till she was 40 if she dropped out or quit her internship.

Her dad already was giving her grief over her relationship with Peter. As sad as it was this was just more ammunition for him. To be honest, everything that happened with Peter had made her question her own future.

She was just passively riding along on what she thought she wanted, but did she, did she really?

Peter noticed the change in atmosphere and kissed Gwen gently on the neck. "Hey, it's okay, things happen, and plans change. I'll be okay." He was trying to reassure himself as well as her but

"I was thinking about me doofus." She snorted and began to laugh. "You seemed to have gotten everything together, all this bad crap and you landed on your feet. I dunno. It's just, my life, and my dad, and just thinking about moving out is a huge step. I'm just worried you be a step ahead all the time Pete, you know?

He hadn't. "But it's fine Gwen. You know like how I started to read at two but you were still putting porridge in your hair?" He teased her and she lifted his hand and gently bit it.

Her dad had told that story when they first met as an icebreaker and she'd never lived it down. Every time he won something Peter would mention 'at least you don't have porridge in your hair.'

It was funny though, and he did make her feel better.

"Okay okay, so it's fine, I get it, at least I don't have porridge in my hair." They shared a smile and Gwen cuddled closer to Peter.

This wasn't exactly what she had planned but she had to admit that it was nice too. Even if he hadn’t taken the hint.

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They had fallen asleep next to one another. It wasn't until there was a banging on the front door that they stirred. Peter shrugged as Gwen mouthed “who is it?” at him.

"Hey, is anyone in there?" came a yell from the door.

"One second." Peter yelled back, "Geez, talk about impatient."

"Open up, it's the Police." The voice was accompanied by the door handle rattling.

As it was a security door, Peter had instilled a new deadbolt system. As well as the main doors being secure it would stop anything short of a tank from breaking it down.

Gwen scowled and searched for her phone. There were a half dozen missed messages and three missed calls. "My Dad," she said as she frowned.

"I'll deal with this," and Peter shook his head. "Not this time, I said no more, Gwen, even from your Dad. No. More."

Peter pressed the switch on the intercom, rather than buzzing the door open "Yes Officer, what can I do for you?" Peter asked,

"We have a report of noise disturbance and complaints."

Peter shook his head, "really? So you came to the quiet warehouse  and upon hearing absolutely nothing, decided to try and gain entry?"

There was a pause, "Can you open the door please Sir, I want to perform a visual check of the property."

"Okay, Officer, this is how this is going to go. I'll allow you to leave peacefully, if and I mean if, you stop lying to me."

Peter opened the door a crack, and the officer saw Gwen glaring at him.

"I know Captain Stacy put you up to this and I know that right now, you're guilty of performing an illegal search."

Peter pointed to the now open gate, which had a padlock on it.

"The property starts at the main gate, which you ignored and buzzed the door here. So, trespassing and no warrant. So, tell me, Officer. What's going to be? Wait while I call my lawyer or tell me the truth and Gwen'll give her dad hell in your place?"

The officer stared at Peter, and then at Gwen and sighed, holding up his hands in surrender.

He clicked his radio on his shoulder, "Officer Vasquez here, yeah, no noise, no disturbance. Tell Stacy the kid’s too smart and he won't fall for this again, Vasquez out."

Peter nodded and opened the door further. "Thank you, Officer."

Vasquez peered inside and nodded, "We won't bother you again, Mr Parker. You two have a great night okay," he nodded at Peter and left.

Gwen was livid and Peter could hear her yelling at her dad on the phone. After texting for a taxi she grabbed her bag and stormed over to Peter

"Get the home finished. I'm tired of his crap Pete, please, but uh sorry I gotta go I'll uh make it up to you."

Checking over her shoulder, she made sure the officer was gone. Sticking a hand up her top and grinned and undid the buttons of her blouse. Revealing the loose black lacy underwear beneath.

Peter's breath caught in his throat. Her very pink and very prominent nipples peeked out from underneath the fabric as she pulled it down. She moved his hand up and under, letting him feel the softness of her skin.

"Finish fast enough and you can see if the panties match."

Gwen kissed the stunned Peter before she ran down to the gate and disappeared off in a taxi.