Surprise spacemom!

[princess_sparklefists]

By now, most people in New York are used to superheroes flying through the city. One of the Avengers hovering outside of someone's bedroom window at an apartment building in Brooklyn, just barely after sunrise... is a little less common, probably.

Carol knocks on Anya's window again, a little louder, and looks down at the pair of hipsters who are watching her from across the street. She waves.

"My friend's asleep," she explains. "Or possibly not home." Pause. "I promise this isn't an Avenger problem, despite the costume. Everything's fine... civilians..."

Even if this is the second apartment she's visited this morning, because it turns out Anya's moved since Carol went to space. She freaked out the elderly British man who now lives in that apartment, and had to call Jess for her actual address. This day is already going so well for Carol.

She knocks again, harder. Come on, spiderbaby. Up and at 'em.

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[princess_sparklefists]

Carol stops when Anya does, and just stands there with her head tilted slightly, waiting for her to run out of indignation and actually let her talk. She's more amused than anything else. You know she can actually understand you when you lapse into Spanish, right, spiderbaby?

"It's Rhodey. War Machine. I don't know if you've met him, but I promise I'll introduce you if he still wants to date me after a year in space."

[notbackingdown]

No, Carol, you have neglected to mention to your child that you speak her native tongue and can actually understand 99% of what she says in said native tongue. (The other 1% is weird localized slang, but that's a whole other thing. And also usually completely inappropriate.)

"You better call him after breakfast, Mom, seriously. Go to space for a freaking year? Why aren't you taking him to breakfast?" Not that Anya minds, of course, it's nice to be more important than the boyfriend. But still!

[princess_sparklefists]

Mom. She called her mom. That's enough that Carol pauses, staring at her like she needs to make sure he heard that right. She shakes it off momentarily, and smiles a little.

"Well, for one thing, I don't know where he is right now... I'll call him. Later. I care more about his sleep than I do yours."

That last part is a joke. Mostly.