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]

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.