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“Hm? Oh--  Nah this isn’t some crazy feat. But I appreciate it.” 

Strong arms wrapped around May's waist from behind, the athlete burying her face in her hair. Roxanne couldn't go into a game without stealing a hug from her good luck charm. It'd become like a ritual.

"Are you gonna come see my game? I'm really glad they let me join the staff softball team this year. We're gonna slaughter those teachers from Easton High. I hope they don't kick me out for being an Olympian."

During the time Tony had spent stranded in space, he’d wished he could go see May about her nephew... she wasn’t going to know what had happened to him, and there wasn’t anybody else who could tell her.  Now that he was standing on her doorstep, however, he felt sick.  He wished he could be anywhere else.

Languages and Mayday

Not many people know but Mayday is actually fluent in italian. Her Granny (great-aunt) May refused to speak to Mayday in English when she was a child. Her sunday afternoons were spent baking all day and learning the ingredients in italian; if she asked a question in English Granny May would simply wait for the question again in Italian.

Occasionally now she is older she’ll speak Italian to Peter but its a bit rusty and she’ll get the gender of the langue mixed up half of the time but is fluent enough to hold up a conversation.

Wanting to branch out on her languages when she reached College she took Spanish and French classes; Spanish is easier for her as some of the words are very similar to that of the Italian.

Languages known:

English (main verse)

Italian (main verse)

Spanish (moderate level && older/ main verse)

French (moderate level && older/ main verse)

Russian (black widow verse)

Latin (black widow verse)

With her admission Peter’s watery eyes closed and he nodded, unable to hold back another wave of tears from falling. He knew she was only looking out for him, and she was! But now that he had these powers he needed to look out for her, to finally help her for a change! Maybe with all that he was doing he was helping her . . . maybe the hospitals were a little less full thanks to him. Maybe he was making a difference. 

❝ I’m sorry but I have to do this, ❞ he finally said, looking up to his aunt through tears from his place at the dining room table,  ❝ I need to do this ❞ .

She couldn’t keep him from being Spider-Man. The last time he didn’t try to help someone his uncle . . .

The multiverse was nothing new to Peni Parker.  She’d been wrapped up in it so many times that it stopped being surprising and started just being another part of life.  Maybe it’s because 3145 is so radically different than almost all of the other world’s she’s seen and heard of, or maybe it’s because so many versions of her and people like her are codified in the 21st century, but after a while so many of these worlds blend into one another.  There’s no harm in that, it’s just the way things are.

And the strategy is always the same: find this world’s equivalent to her, inform said person of what’s going on, ask to crash for a bit while figuring out how to get home, and then head back home.  It’s always as simple as that.  No more, and no less.  Sometimes, it’s an alternative version of someone else connected to all of this, but the end result remains the same.

This time should be no different, and it’s easy to tail back to the Parker house.  She even manages to park her mech behind the house, using a tarp she keeps for emergencies in her backpack to cover it.  Now all that’s left is the conversational part.  She knocks on the door and when it opens... Peni freezes.

Dealing with any version of May has never been easy.  Not because Peni has anything against her, but certain circumstances had cut their time short.  It’s the same reason she’s very short with any version of Peter Parker she finds, the wound is too fresh.  And this... all of her stoicism and professionalism are falling apart at the seams.  And she doesn’t know what the hell to do.