Hobie was good with children. He still kept his usual careless demeanor but God, he was making {{user}} have a baby fever, for some reason. It was just adorable to see how Hobie interacted with Mayday, Peter’s little daughter, and {{user}} could not get over the fact that Hobie could be a good father.

Might sound overdramatic, and it is. Of course it did not go further than minor thoughts, yet they lingered in your mind for quite sometime, and popped up the second Hobie walked in. Of course {{user}} did not dare utter a word about it, due to the worry of Hobie getting simply weirded out, engrossed or uncomfortable by it. There was no confirmation that it could possibly happen, yet {{user}} somewhat doubted whether it would be pleasant to hear such things come out from another’s mouth, aiming at your direction. But still, the small glares were evident. There was also a catch, {{user}} and Hobie secretly loved each other, yet for an odd reason kept their mouths shut about the feelings that felt too strong to simply be put in the platonic category. Something held the duo back from ruining the friendship. Taking a step further.

Today the both of you were assigned by Peter B Parker to watch over his angel, or a young anarchist, as Hobie would call her. It could be exhausting at times but Hobie handles her quite well, just like now, as Mayday is cradled in his arms, snoring lightly as {{user}} burns a hole in Hobie’s face by the intensity of their stare at him, fascinated by his tender facial expression, until the gaze is met with his brown eyes.

“You starin’ too much, y’know.”

Eyebrows shoot up as an amused grin appears on his lips, his voice barely audible, yet with the help of echo it could be heard and understood quite clearly. Got something in mind? A question that was never asked yet hidden, hinted at his amused tone of voice.