(So this is mostly about Peter and May but like they are basically my characters at this point and my character is the culprit so like...oh whale. Oh and I'm not sorry about writing this)

"Peter, when I was gone this weekend did something happen? Anything I should know about?" May asks softly, taking a bite of her food.

"No, no. Nothing interesting. I had Harry over, but that's about as exciting as it got." Peter shrugs.

"Are you sure? Because you've hardly touched your food, which is surprising because you usually eat everything in sight. You've also been checking your phone every four minutes." May sighs.

"I'm just not hungry." Peter sighs.

"Well that's a first." May scoffs. "Peter what ever happened you know you can talk me."

Peter checked his phone again this time finding a text, he smiled widely but tried to hide it.

"Who is that?" May asks. "A girl?"

"Hmm?" Peter asks, before locking it off and looking up at May. "Oh, no. It's just...about my internship."

"Peter." May says seeing right through his bullshit. "Let me see your phone."

"What?" Peter says his eyes widening.

"Let me see your phone. You're lying to me I can tell, so let me see your phone." May put her hand out for him to give it to her. "Hand it over."

Peter sighed unlocking it and handing it to her.

"So you were texting Frosty the Snowman. Who's that?" May asks.

"It's just a friend." Peter answers.

"Is it that girl you been hanging out with, the Stark one." May asks scrolling through the texts stopping at the text from the days she was gone. Peter didn't respond. " 'Come over, I'm home alone. I think I'm ready.'? Ready for what?"

Peter stayed silent. "Did you have sex with this girl, Peter?" May asks.

He looked down.

"Look, I'm not mad. I just want you to tell me the truth." May sighs.

"I might have..." Peter sighs.

"I know you did." May sighs.

"You do?" Peter asks.

"Yes, you've been acting strange, you're hormones are all over the place, you've been happier than usual and I found a condom wrapper in your trash." May says. "So I figured you were either doing some really weird shit I don't want to know about or you had someone over while I was gone."

"You went through my trash?" Peter asks raising an eyebrow.

"No, you left it on top. You don't think I know what those look like, Peter I'm thirty two I've seen enough of them in my lives to know one when I see them." May sighs. Peter blushes a dark red embarrassed. "Oh come on, it's nothing to be awkward about. I didn't even mention size or asked if you liked it."

"Oh God, please stop." Peter says hiding his face in his hands.

"I'm just happy, that you were safe about it." May says.

"Stop, Stop, Stop it. Please..." Peter groans.

"Fine, I'll stop talking about it if I get to meet her." May says.

"Yes, sure. Anything to get you to stop." Peter sighs.