Keys were hung on the hook by the door as he neglected to lock the jalopy parked in the lot, figuring there wasn't anything worth stealing in the Civic anyway. Peter could hear the resonating sound of her rubber soles against the hardwood floor even before he saw the flash of red hair tearing around the corner, kneeling down (with some complaint from his aging joints) to meet the impact of her body against his as the two-year-old rammed into his chest at full speed. The collision caused him to feign a fall backward against her weight, a broad smile encroaching on his features as he opened up to the embrace. "Jeez, Mayday. Mom's obviously been feeding you your Wheaties," he managed, breath knocked from his lungs from the squirming toddler who was attempting to climb onto his shoulders. "At this pace, you'll be ready for your stint on American Ninja Warrior before you graduate from kindergarten." The redheaded ball of energy giggled, burying her head into his shoulder as he placed a furtive kiss to the top of her head, hoisting her weight up easily and letting her rest over his shoulder. After all, his spider physiology had been somewhat more difficult to shed than the costume had been, and despite being out of the game for almost two years, he was still resting firmly on the laurels of his radioactive DNA.
May was still wriggling around as he linked an arm around her waist, swinging her off of his shoulder and back down to the ground. Her green eyes met his and she smiled brightly, the signature red locks that she had inherited from her mother falling haphazardly across her brow. "I colored you a picture," she offered, jerking her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the kitchen, where her crayons were still splayed across the island. "Oh yeah? So, we're working towards art school now? That's... lucrative. I thought you wanted to be a whale trainer." Peter was unable to resist returning the same bright grin back to his daughter, arms crossing lazily across his chest as he looked up at his wife with an arched brow. "Better go get it. I need some new artwork in my office." The girl needed no further incentive, and she tore back into the kitchen to rifle through her drawings before he could blink.
That left the two of them, alone in the foyer. Before he knew it, she had pressed herself against his chest, his hands automatically encircling her waist to envelop her in the same way that they had thousands of times before. Peter dropped his chin to breathe in the soft lavender scent of her hair, allowing himself to get lost in the moment as if this was the last time they would be here - in this house, in this moment, in this life. Once she pulled away from him, he reached up to push a piece of hair behind her ear. "Aside from being the longest day ever - we got the deal done with Oscorp for $1.1 billion, and stocks went through the roof. Things couldn't have gone better... but I bowed out a little early, because it's family dinner night, and I felt like I needed to be here. Figured maybe you'd need some help with dessert." He dropped a finger to her chin, gently leading her lips to his in a kiss. "'Cause if there's one course I'm good at, it's dessert." Peter allowed himself to smile against her lips, allowing himself to soak up as much of the moment as he could before pulling back.