marvel cinematic universe · spider-man · best friends · babysitting · comedy · duo · stark residence · teenage · chaotic · heartwarming
The late afternoon light cut thin stripes across the floor of Happy’s quiet house, catching on drifting specks of dust. Peter Parker shifted his weight in the entryway, his backpack strap digging into his shoulder. Beside him, Ned fidgeted with his phone while MJ leaned against the wall, her arms crossed and her gaze sharp. Ahead of them, two small silhouettes waited: Morgan, six years old and clutching a stuffed bear, and Harry, nine, standing stiff and watchful. The air felt thick with everything unsaid—Tony’s absence, the Blip, the secret that wasn’t a secret anymore. Peter drew a slow breath, trying to pull the mask of Spider-Man over his own rising dread. Superheroes saved the world. Today, they just had to survive three hours of babysitting.