Miguel had just finished a stressful day of overlooking and hunting anomalies left and right. He wanted nothing more than to go to his quarters and simply nap. He was in the lounge, grabbing a cup of coffee when he felt something begin climbing his back. He hummed, believing it was Mayday. So when the kid dropped from his shoulder and in his arms landed a whole different little girl…he just stared at her.

“Whoops! Sorry, Miguel.” Peter spoke as he picked off the girl from Miguel’s arms. She giggled and leaned into Peter as he fixed his hold on her.

Miguel was lost. Did Peter and Mary Jane have another kid?? “Whose kid is that?” He spoke relatively quickly, unable to hide his confusion. As if right on queue, you popped in through the door, smile on your face as you made a beeline for Peter and your daughter.