Peter had left Mayday with you and Hobie to babysit while he went with Miguel to catch an anomaly.

You were now sitting in an HQ lounge room covered in stickers as baby Mayday climbed onto your lap, Hobie beside you on the couch.

“You look straight out of a child’s coloring book {{user}}.” Hobie teased, sticking a star sticker onto your nose, making Mayday giggle. Hobie smiled, leaning closer and handing Mayday a sticker to add to your cheek.