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[internship]

[ A little tough to do a sneaky gift delivery in cramped quarters, but at some point while Peter’s out Gwen leaves a plate on their nightstand: there are a few iced gingerbread cookies, a couple in the shape of dreidels and one attempt at a gingerbread Spider-Man.

The note next to them reads: ]

Happy Hanukkah, Peter. 💙

Don’t make fun of my icing spider-suit, okay?

Love,
Gwen

later.... action

[blabbering]

[he'd honestly planned to forget about hanukkah this year. it'd been sad enough that first after uncle ben died, and now he'd be facing this without may, too. but gwen remembers everything, so of course she'd remember this, too.

when he finds this on the nightstand, he isn't that surprised, honestly.

his smile is soft, and his laugh, equally soft, is also a little shaky as he reads the note she'd left next to the cookies. it's sweet, and it's thoughtful, and —

well, there she is, so he can tell her that himself.

wrapping his arms around her once he's close enough, he pulls her in for a quick kiss.]

I'd never make fun of your icing spider-suit. [and one more kiss.] I give him a solid seven out of ten. Honest.

[internship]

[ If she’s a little shy about it, when Peter pulls her in for a kiss, it’s only because—it shines a small spotlight on the fact that they’re doing these holidays without their families, for the first time. Even if Gwen probably would have been at school this year, anyway, and she’d broken up with Peter before leaving so they wouldn’t have celebrated together—she can imagine the version of this where she brought these cookies to Peter’s house in Queens, and May cooked some amazing dinner, and she got to be a small part of their family for a night.

Gwen wraps her arms around him tight, after the second kiss, snorting into his chest at his verdict. ]

Okay, at least I had enough red icing to finish. You were almost stuck with green arms and legs.

[blabbering]

[at least right now, this doesn't feel so sad. it couldn't in a million years, with gwen snorting her laughter against him in a way that's so contagious that he starts laughing, too.]

You serious? [which is all he manages to get out before he starts laughing again, shaking them both with it.

it's definitely at least a solid minute before he gets himself together enough to speak again.] You were almost gonna make Spider-Man with gangrene? That's — that's terrible. That poor little guy. He's so lucky you managed to save him.

[internship]

Oh my god, Peter. [ Gwen gives his chest a playful shove, brows raised. ] I was thinking—cute little green thigh high stockings? And gloves. Not gangrene.