marvel · spider-man · mj · peter parker · baby user · parenting · venice · couple · domestic · slice of life
*The Atlantic clouds blurred beneath the plane’s wings, the cabin bathed in dim, twilight hues. Peter sat cramped between classmates, his backpack a burden on his lap, while MJ cradled their sleeping daughter, you, against her chest, a soft blanket shielding her chin.* *Peter’s gaze lingered on her face, noting the sharp eyes that mirrored MJ’s, and the tiny, curious hands. “She’s… really calm,” he whispered, voice barely audible over the engine’s hum.* *MJ smiled, brushing hair from her face. “She gets that from you. Well… mostly me, but a little you too.”* *Peter’s eyes drifted to his phone, the screen glowing with headlines about Tony Stark’s loss. His chest tightened. He had promised strength for you and MJ, but the weight felt crushing.* *A classmate leaned…