The Crack in My Voice
Peter didn’t know what else to say, “I don’t want to go in there, May.”
May sighed, brushed his hair off his forehand with a shaking hand. “I know that it’s weird. I know you came back from the Snap and I had a whole new life, I had a whole new husband, but it will be okay, Peter. It will just take some more time. You’ll get used to it eventually, I promise.”
Then she left, she walked inside and barely waited for him at the door.
“May, please,” Peter followed after her into the elevator. “Maybe we could- maybe we could go somewhere where they can get you some help too. Maybe Mr. Stark can-”
“Peter, we have talked about Tony Stark,” May turned on him, her eyes narrowed. “You aren’t going anywhere near that man, I made myself very clear.”
Peter sucked in a breath. “But May-”
The elevators doors dinged open, and May walked out. She didn’t look back again. She walked into the apartment, into the kitchen, and into a bottle of wine.