(contrary to popular belief I do survive on things besides angst.)

 It was almost silent, save for the sound of the city humming within the night, a city that never slept, always awake and bright. New York often reminded her of her husband, a place of constant motion, of hundred thoughts all swirling together blending into a beautiful picture of the world. Rosie sighed softly, blinking back at the faint glare on the clock on her bedside table, noting that it was early, barely past 3am. She had heard Otto come shuffling in just an hour or so prior, the bed creaking as he made himself comfortable, listening to his breath even out into a snore. It seemed each night he was working later and later, even as she attempted to coax him to come to bed with tea and kisses in hand. How many times had she found him slumped over his workbench, pressed against all his findings and a smudging of words across his cheek? She worried about him, it was something she couldn’t help but do, it came to her as easy as breathing. And she knew that things would only pick up, the countdown to the demonstration was tangible now, it was within arms reach, like a wish that had come true.

Otto glowered at the woman, a thousand retorts held back on his tongue. Quite why he held them back, he wasn’t sure.

Misguided, indeed. Needed help. Neither of those observations were true, of that, Otto was certain, blind as he was to the reason why he was so certain.

“Hmm,” he offered. “Yet, despite your questions, you ignore the answer. You asked if I wanted fixed. I said I did not need it. And yet, here I am. Subjected to the mercies of science projects concocted by a teenager and a madman who died two years ago. Forgive me if I seem less than thrilled at your boundless charity, woman.”

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She fiddled with her earrings, eyes drawn to look at Otto as he pulled on his suit jacket, smiling at how handsome he looked, pausing as he spoke. Rosie turned from their reflection to face him, standing from the vanity, closing the distance between them as her hands came to smooth down his lapels. “I know you aren’t a fan of this...” She murmured, shifting to straighten his tie, gazing back to his face, hands moving to cup his cheeks. He wasn’t wrong in that assessment, especially with the caliber of guest that typically attended Oscorp Galas, those with both money & power, often trying to outdo one another.

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She paused her stirring, glancing up from the boiling pasta to look over at Peter who sat at the table working on homework, regaling her with his day . “Oh? Well I wouldn’t expect anything less from out friendly neighborhood Parker. Although I still might be the reigning champion of that title.” May laughed, turning back to the stove, shifting to focus on the meatballs, cringing as she flipped them over noting the very burnt dark side. “See though, you can help both as Spider-Man and as Peter! Speaking of help, I could really use an extra hand or two down at FEAST this weekend. Think we could rope in Ned and MJ?”

meme: choose between _____ & _____ 

She blinked, stunned for a moment due to the choice laid before her, at the thing it was even suggesting. Rosie wouldn't even entertain the thought. No, this wasn’t even a thing to ponder. Nothing was ever an absolute, fate was never set in stone (as much as she wished that was true).

"I would never kill my husband.” She’d die before that would ever happen, or rather she would never physically kill him--but sometimes words work just as sharp as a knife when wielded wrong.

meme: choose between _____ & _____

Oh, that was a choice alright. To value one life above the other, but...

meme: choose between _____ & _____

"Daffodils, of course. Flowers have such a beautiful language."