Work Text:
Kitty doesn't say a word. By the time the wrapping paper hits the floor, Peter wishes he was the one with the power to phase through it.
"It's a mix tape," he says, pointing to the title he scrawled out. "Everything on it makes me think of you."
"It's a casette tape."
Peter's forehead wrinkles. "Yeah?"
"You live on a freaking spaceship and give me a casette tape." She smirks. "It just seems a bit outdated."
"I have a player if you need one."
"I'd appreciate it. I'll try and remember to give it back."
"I'll hold you to that."