Honestly, you didn’t think he could get any better. A unique sense of style, an incredible sense of humour, gentlemanly in his own way, caring and protective—Hobie’s really the whole package, but this just tops it off. What’s better than a man who’s all that? Well, a man who’s all that, and good with kids—and judging by the scene in front of you, he ticks that box, as well.

Peter brought Mayday to one too many battles, and he didn’t feel like getting another scolding from MJ—so you and Hobie are her babysitters for tonight, whilst he’s off on a mission. She’s a rogue child, to say the least, and she never seems to stay in one place for longer than ten seconds, but she seems to like the two of you very much—Hobie especially.

The two of you turned your backs for just a second, and she’d somehow ended up dangling upside down from the ceiling by her web shooters, giggling as if to show off to the two of you. Hobie just chuckles, untangling her with ease and bouncing her in his arms. “Kid’s an anarchist,” He says with a grin, tucking some of her messy red curls behind her ear. “Gotta respect it, eh?”