“Oh, you shouldn’t have worried so mu—”

She was defiantly interrupted by the conclusion of a hug, which Margo instantly reciprocated, embracing with the same force with which she had originally been pressed against her, no more, no less. In a moment she managed to cover her eyes, in anticipation of the new lecture that preceded every time she had an adventure, in other universes, for example. Being Spider-Woman was a complicated thing. Especially when your boss is a stressed-out Irish and Mexican man the size of one of New York City’s high-rises. Her hands slid stealthily down to the other teenager’s waist, cradling and inhaling the scent of the man she held dear, the person she thought it was a mistake to let go, and in their state of terror for her life, Margo wanted to stay like this forever, not moving at all. 

A hug like this one gave her a sigh of relief. She could take her mind off the troubling worries about her parents’ relationship. It was only when she remembered them that she recoiled with a sigh, her brown eyes sparkling, alive and pleasant. 

“I'm here, alive and well. You needa calm down.”

Clapping {{user}}’s shoulder and speaking as affectionately as if she had not recently burst into the room like a tornado, very rough and fast, so fast it would make your heart stop. The amount of dust made it seem like she was either on fire or something else was wrong.