@ghcstspdr liked for a starter
There had been word for a while now of a new hero of sorts around New York. When news reports and articles had started to spread info on the newcomer, May had started to read up as much as she could. She took notes, worked out where this person was operating, planning on trying to find them. She knew it wasn’t Peter. She knew in her mind that it wasn’t. But she also knew the reason, no matter how much she would deny it, that she was so interested in this new figure is that it was a link to Peter. After weeks of research, she managed, by chance, to pass by a scene in their neighbourhood that might have attracted the attention of someone like Peter. She had caught a quick glance of someone, but they wouldn’t stop for just her shouts. Unable to think of anything else, May figured the best way to get them to come to her was to shout: “Help! Help me! I need help!” hoping desperately that it would work.
