#the hotshot ( mayday parker )

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Mother’s Web ( MJ & Baby!Mayday )

@webheadjrr​ ( for the idea ! ) & @legacywebs​ . You both get tagged for reasons 

+ Someone was crying. The piercing sound cutting through the apartment, Mary Jane instantly stirred in her sleep, a hand somewhat sluggishly moving to wipe the remnants of her dreams from her eyes. If there was one thing she had learned about her daughter early on, it was that it was clear that Mayday didn’t seem to like sleeping through the entire night. While both she and Peter both had dotted every possible ounce of attention onto their daughter from the moment she’d been brought back into their lives, it almost seemed as though Mayday never wanted to cease being the center of attention.

Something that had become abundantly clear when it came to either of her parents trying to sleep. 

“ It’s my turn, I’ll get her... “ Mumbling sleepishly over to Peter, she heard something resembling a sentence in return, before it was met with a small snore. Smiling a bit, Mary Jane rose back onto her feet, wrapping a robe around herself as she quickly made her way into May’s nursery. She quickly gathered the youngest member of the Parker family into her arms. Satisfied almost immediately that her daughter’s cries weren’t because of  a dirty diaper, she softly cooed to her, rocking her gently in her arms. 

“ Ssshhh, it’s ok, hotshot...Mommy’s here. “ The words came effortlessly to her, even with the slight awkward feeling that lingered in her as she spoke them. She and Peter had worked to get to this moment, only to have it ripped away from them. Only through Kaine, not one of the people she’d initially expected as well mind you, had the two of them had the chance to have their daughter in their lives. For Peter, it had cost him more than just heartache or effort. And while she’d thought the offer from Reed was something that he wouldn’t turn down, she’d been surprised when the idea of putting away his suit had come up. That one moment along had symbolized how much having Mayday in their life meant. 

While May’s cries had begun to lessen in volume, she could still tell that May was far from ready to be put back in her crib. Pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her daughter’s head, Mary Jane continued to rock her gently in her arms, smiling down at her. “ See, I’m here, it’s ok. “ 

The smile easily morphed into a bit wider of a grin. “ I think you tuckered Daddy out so much today that even the world ending couldn’t wake him up. “

The joke was rewarded with a wide-eyed look from Mayday herself. Stepping over to the window, she turned slightly, angling her daughter so she could see outside as well. It wasn’t anywhere close to the type of scenic view that one could get from the top of the Empire State Building, but it was at least something. And from the way May’s gaze seemed to come to rapid attention on the lights outside, it was clear that it had captured her attention just as well.

“ You like seeing the lights, don’t you ? “ Continuing to coo, Mary Jane bounced May in her arms ever so slightly. Engulfed by the swarm of lights, Mayday reached out with her tiny arms, fingers seeming as though she were trying to grasp at the balls of light. For a few minutes, the youngest Parker continued to squirm in her mother’s arms, still looking to try and grab onto the lights. 

“ They’re pretty, aren’t they ? “ A smile dominated every inch of Mary Jane’s expression, matching the beaming look that seemed to surround all of herself. It was indeed a sight, nothing to rival what it looked like swinging by with Peter, but...

It began with a flicker, a throwaway thought that grabbed hold of Mary Jane’s attention just as quickly as it had arrived. Glancing at the closet in the hall, the same one that was now temporarily holding both Peter’s costume and her own, she looked back to her daughter, and then to the lights outside. Rocking Mayday wasn’t seeming to make her any sleepier than she had been when she’d woken up. Could web-slinging... ? No, it couldn’t. If anything, it would probably make her daughter even more awake than she already was...

Hadn’t Kaine mentioned that during the time before he and Peter had brought Mayday back, she’d been calm and quiet during the flight ? Which, from what she’d read, was a rarity ? Biting down on her lip, she held Mayday up above her head, before casting one little glance back at the lights outside across the city.

“ I don’t think you’ll be able to catch those lights you’re liking, but I might be able to do you one better, tiger... “

***

She hadn’t exactly fallen out of practice, but the short trip around the block had at least gotten the cobwebs out of her system. Swinging along at a steady pace now, Mary Jane made sure to look down at her daughter at least once every few minutes. Creating the carrier out of webs probably hadn’t been one of the uses Peter had intended when he’d come up the formula for the fluid, but it was working well at the moment. An hour out and about would be just enough to make sure her daughter was calmed down. And clearly form the way Mayday was quietly soaking in the sights of the city at night, it was working perfectly.

It certainly had worked better than when Peter had tried to make a diaper out of webs. That was something she was certainly never going to let him live down. Not once. 

MJ kept it simple. No major tricks, nothing that would even remotely risk Mayday. Just a simple trip around a few blocks. There was something relaxing about it all that she was sure Peter himself had felt a few times over the course of his career. To think that she’d once been positive her experience with it would be limited to clinging onto him, and that was excluding the times it was out of necessity. So much of Peter’s time, and her own to an extent, had been spent knowing the city from a point of view that not many could brag about. And even though she likely wouldn’t remember it as coherently as either of her parents, it appeared that Mayday had had just as good at time during this outing as her mother was.

The next look down at her daughter that Mary Jane gave, she smiled a bit in seeing the infant sleeping away peacefully within the carrier. Clearly the mixture of web-slinging and being dressed up in the pair of Spidey-themed pajamas her mother had made had been enough to knock Mayday out for another few hours. Carefully turning herself around back towards the apartment, Mary Jane made sure to take every precaution possible to ensure her daughter wouldn’t wake up during the return trip.

Slipping back into the apartment, she carefully eased herself down onto the couch in the living room, managing to slip the makeshift carrier off of herself without setting her daughter down beforehand. With her daughter sleeping peacefully on her chest, Mary Jane slowly removed her domino mask, before resting her eyes. Peter would probably find a way in the morning to bring up the impromptu version of taking Mayday on a car-ride, but all things considered, MJ was going to hold the memory close to her thoughts.

Whether or not she was aware of it now, Mayday’s legacy would always be linked to her father’s gifts. And even if his time under the mask was done, Mary Jane at least felt that, for a moment, she’d brought their daughter just a bit closer to that legacy. 

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Peter Parker and Mayday Parker, “End of Spiderverse, #7”

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+ ( GUYS ITS CANON THAT BENJY HAS HIS OWN SPIDEY SUIT I CANNNOTT )

+ ( ITS FINALLY CANON )

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@spiderwcman @spybiote

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+ Mary Jane Watson ( now PARKER ) had never pictured herself being a MOTHER . All that BAGGAGE from her own childhood , coupled with seeing the way HISTORY REPEATED ITSELF with her sister had been more than enough FUEL for any nightmares , let alone being incentive for making sure the same FATE never befell her. And HONESTLY, considering the way things had GONE , she perhaps felt like her YOUNGER SELF would have felt perhaps a touch of VINDICATION in those beliefs . She and PETER had gone through hell and back to have their DAUGHTER , and there was not a bone in the married Parker's BODY that didn't BURST with the need to protect MAYDAY with every ounce of her ability .

She had faced SUPER-VILLAINS before and come out the VICTOR . The person who chose to NEGLECT their homework in that matter had ALWAYS come out the other end BARELY clinging to either life or sanity .

The principal of the school FEARED seeing that head of red hair come through the door of the SCHOOL OFFICE . NOTHING GOOD CAME FROM A VISIT FROM MJ PARKER .

The moment came and WENT as she forced herself to take a deep BREATH of air . She TRUSTED her daughter . That fact she never wanted to be QUESTIONED for even the slightest amount of time . But the ANXIETY of knowing her daughter, HER BABY GIRL , was out there following in her father's footsteps .

Well ? That was a ANXIETY that she couldn't VANQUISH so easily . And she had certainly tried her best .

Coming forward into the room, she let her arms fall down to her sides, just before she knelt down in front of where the YOUNGER Parker was seated . This was a CONVERSATION that had been building, and as much as she had WANTED to try and let it fester long enough that she could REHEARSE her part just a SMIDGE , it just wasn't going to be POSSIBLE any longer . Drawing in a deep breath through pursed lips , she could feel her shoulders SAG as she let some of the TENSION drip out of her .

" So how did it go tonight, HOTSHOT ? " Her hands carefully moved up to take MAYDAY'S , softly giving a tender, MOTHERLY squeeze as she kept her ATTENTION on those BROWN EYES that she'd first looked into so many YEARS ago and thought the entire world had STOPPED for her . The red and blue costume is still so FAMILIAR to her that it's PAINFUL , proven by the ACHING in her chest that she sometimes felt in KNOWING that it was as much a part of her family's LEGACY as anything else . Mary Jane had contributed her WORK ; movies, television, modelling shoots , and Peter had contributed SPIDER-MAN .

WHAT A TANGLED WEB THAT HAD BEEN WOVEN . And all for their DAUGHTER to be cradled in .

⇋ ❝ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜, ❞ dubbed by one man with a GIFTED voice decades ago, still being recognized as such today. An INDUBITABLE appellation that becomes raucously APPARENT with each forthcoming year. Quite factual given the New Year's Eve celebration that BETIDES in Times Square. No matter the occasion, time of day, or weather conditions, there is always MOVEMENT here. An ever-flourishing, RESILIENT municipality in constant TUMULTUOUS motion. This colossal engine of concrete and lights merely FUNCTIONAL by its millions of bipedal cogs. Human activity ... The fuel, the ignition, and the engineer. For without the V I T A L I T Y of mankind, this all would naturally be reclaimed by Gaia. 〈 --But let's leave that fictional concept to the bright minds in Hollywood, shall we ? 〉

---- There was a...PRESSING, ( seemingly ) PERPETUAL concern arising - 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 and 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. That which involved the ( visibly ) dawning sky above.〈 Time sure flies when one's kicking some miscreant tail, hm ? 〉It served as a clear reminder of the rushing spider's ( broken ) curfew and INCONSISTENT sleep schedule. She had sworn〈 --How many times now ? 〉to herself it would be fixed...EVENTUALLY. Even now, with the empty STREETS below on her return home 〈 --with not a perceivable and palpable scratch on her, by the way ! 〉, she swore. After all, tomorrow 〈 er-- today, actually-- 〉would be a brand new day !

Rinse, repeat...

Quietly, her gloved hands opened the window of her bedroom. With her right hand holding the blinds up and out of the way, the young hero eased through the opening. Once inside, she turned to close the window as quiet as possible. 〈 What is this ? Mission: Impossible ? More like Mission: Futile. 〉What time was it anyway, five(-ish) or six a.m. ? Did knowing even matter at this point ? 〈 She might as well just hit the showers and forget about the hay ! 〉Then again, what was worse ? Sleeping for but one hour, a few minutes, or not at a--?

---- The ( sudden ) sound of her mother's voice and the room promptly being illuminated STARTLED the girl. How peculiar, her spider-sense hadn't alerted her. Brown eyes, along with the lenses that shield them, widened. An expression, that of astonishment, hidden behind the mask. She had been caught blue-handed ! 〈 Get it ? Because of the gloves ? Oh never mind ! 〉" You're toast ! " The inner voice exclaimed, jumping to the automatic conclusion despite not hearing a certain OVERFAMILIAR tone in her mother's voice. Still, the aforementioned presence in the doorway was certainly an...UNEXPECTED surprise. As was this hour of motherly ENLIGHTENMENT. 〈 --A first time for everything, right ? So maybe, just maybe, she's not in hot water ? ...At least not yet. 〉 Finally, May turned away from the closed window. The angular lenses greeted the eyes of her mother. She continued listening intently to every SOLEMN word spoken as she walked over to the storage trunk positioned at the end of her bed and sat on it. There, she removed her mask, holding it in her left hand to then placing it down beside her. How had the girl not ever REALIZED how this greatly affected those most closest to her, especially the one who gave life to her ? The DEAFENING silence was telling; she simply didn't know what to say. Heck, what exactly could be said after that ? What could the daughter who wore the evidence of her persistent TRANSGRESSION possibly state to the mother who found herself in harrowing, incessant T R E P I D A T I O N once more ? An apology sealed with a ( false ) promise she could never truly keep to its full terms and conditions ? Though it wasn't what she could say, but rather what she could F O R S W E A R.

-- Was she even in a position to speak, all things considered ? The jury was neither in nor out. May sat wordlessly before the HONORABLE judge. Brown irises stared at nothing in particular for only a minute more before she turned her head to the left, looking directly at her mother.

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