Originally, this had been a usual day. Grieving Peter. Getting consoled by his .. clones? May didn’t know.

But in a matter of hours, the quaint house was like a damn battle ground.

May watched as villains crowded into her small living room. She tried not to wince, as she saw Liv’s familiar face scrape her walls to shreds.

“.. oh great, it’s Liv.” She said, not even trying to hide the contempt in her voice.

She grabbed Peter’s old baseball bat. She’s been using it to give ding-dong-ditchers a piece of her mind, as of late. She whammed Tombstone in the face, her hands shaking a bit as her eyes went back to her house, currently being wrecked by the barrage of people scrambling through it.

God, what a world.. what a world!

She couldn’t do anything but watch. She shook her head.