#maeve threads.

“there’s literally no reason for you to freak out like this. it’s completely fine. i’m completely fine.” maybe if she insists enough, they’ll leave it alone. maeve winces and looks up at the other. “whatever, just - just please don’t tell dad.”

“hey, dad,” maeve doesn’t look up from her laptop screen - she has a bio lab due at midnight, so she might be working on that instead of doing her job, but who’s to say? - until he doesn’t respond. she glances up and her expression changes immediately to one of concern, “oh, peter - hey. are - are you looking for my dad? he’s just getting coffee, he’ll be back in like two minutes.” she knows peter from chemistry (and of course, from the fact that he’s been outed as spider-man, and possibly a criminal?), and had been sort of aware that her dad and uncle were defending him in court. “how, uh, how are you doing? you can sit down, if you want.”

“aunt karen,” maeve’s standing outside the door to her apartment in a dirtied hoodie, hood pulled up, hands fidgeting with the hems of her sleeves. her eyes dart from side to side as if looking for someone, before they train back on karen’s face. there’s a dried trail of blood beneath her nose. “i messed up. i tried to do something and i messed up. can you please help me clean up?”