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Dissonance, 3/9: Breakfast

Title: Dissonance, 3/9: Breakfast
Author: htbthomas
Fandom: Spider-Girl
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2.010 words
Summary: May 'Mayday' Parker, daughter of Spider–Man, crosses dimensions and meets the family that never knew her. A Spider–Girl x Spider–Man crossover.
A/N: More adding of an older story to LJ.  Please feel free to ignore, or review if you are so inclined!
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2

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Tony Stark straightened up from peering at the display. “The results are conclusive. Young May is indeed a genetic combination of the two of you.” As Stark had been working, May had perched quietly on the examining table. She couldn’t help but compare him to the version from her world: Stark’s jet-black hair was perfectly groomed, but his face was hardly touched with the tiny scars he bore in her dimension. “And furthermore, her cellular structure shows no sign of accelerated aging. Scientifically, she is what she claims to be: the 16-year old daughter of Peter and Mary Jane Parker.”

Peter scrabbled a hand through his hair. “Well, that settles it, then. Thanks, Tony.”

May breathed a sigh of relief. What luck that her 'parents' were living with the Avengers! Although, to tell the truth, she could never have imagined the close, collegial friendship between Peter and Tony Stark. The two men were so different. Stark was serious, self-assured and a bit pretentious. Peter seemed the opposite with his clownish behavior as Spider-Man. She knew from experience with her own father that the wise-cracks covered a deeply conflicted soul. But their similar intellect and strong sense of justice had made these two brothers in the fight.

“You know, you could have done this yourself, Peter. You have full access to the lab,” Stark assured him.

“Yeah, I know. But I wasn’t sure if I might somehow read what I wanted to see into the results. I needed an unbiased opinion.”

“Any time, Peter, any time.” Stark turned to May. “Any idea how you got here, young lady?”

The dimensionally displaced teenager shook her head. “I wish I knew,” she said ruefully. “This is actually not the first time something like this has happened. The first time I got caught in a time-travel portal that Spyral had created. He accidentally sent us both about 20 years into the past.”

“Spyral?” Peter asked, looking at Tony for wisdom. The older man gave a slight shake of his head.

“Well, he claimed to be from another dimension – I guess it isn’t this one, then…” She moved on to her second experience. “The other time was more recent. I was helping out the Avengers,” both men’s eyebrows rose, “a whole new lineup...” she hurriedly went on, “and we used a portal at the mansion… to save Captain America and Stormtrooper. They had been imprisoned there by some pretty evil versions of my dad, and the Fantastic Five.”

“Your dad?” Peter asked worriedly.

“The Fantastic Five?” Stark mused.

“Let’s just say that this dimension is much closer to what I’m used to,” May continued. “What I can’t figure out is why it seems to be about 10 years ago as well as an alternate reality.”

“Maybe it’ll make more sense on a full stomach,” Peter reassured May. “I think we’re going to head upstairs. See you later, Tony.”

With a distracted hum, Stark patted Peter on the shoulder and turned back to the display, engrossed in studying May’s genetic material.

May stifled a yawn, and rubbed at her temples. A slight headache was coming on, probably from lack of sleep. Mary Jane and little Ben had gone back to bed hours ago, but May and Peter had stayed in the lab all night long, talking and trading war stories while they waited for the test results to come in.

Peter turned to her. “Would you like to come back to our place and get some coffee?” he asked, already experiencing a feeling of fatherly affection.

May nodded enthusiastically and hopped lightly off of the examining table.

As they walked through the metallic corridor toward the elevator, May shut her eyes tightly and gave her head a little shake to clear it. That’s probably what I need, a little caffeine.

They stepped into the elevator, and the heavy doors shut with a whoosh. Everything about the place spoke of fabulous wealth and advanced technology. It made her wish briefly that she were more than a ‘reserve’ Avenger in her world. A barely audible hum was the only indication they were moving.

There was a slightly awkward, somewhat uneasy silence between them. May could not help wondering whether Peter was still wary of her, despite the overwhelming evidence supporting her claim of who she was.

“So, does your dad like it?” Peter asked, breaking the silence. “Being retired?” he added, when she gave him a curious look.

“I think he does. I mean, I never even suspected any kind of superhero past when I was growing up. When my abilities developed, seemingly overnight, Mom and Dad basically had no choice but to fill me in.”

“So, you had a pretty normal childhood, then,” he commented, a little wistfully.

“Yes,” she admitted. “You know, at first he was dead set against me carrying on the webs.” She ticked off the reasons on her fingers. “I was too young, too inexperienced. I was in it for the wrong reasons.” She bit her lip, guiltily. “I hid my ‘extracurricular activities’ from him for a long time.”

“Like father, like daughter.” He grinned knowingly. “Still, it must have been nice having your family know about you from the beginning. For the longest time I had no one. Now I don’t know what I’d do without Mary Jane and Aunt May.”

“I know what you mean,” she agreed. The elevator doors slid open to reveal a large living area, surrounded by windows on three sides. As they walked into the room, she continued. “And it’s been nice having someone who knows what this life is like. But as much as he likes being retired, that hasn’t stopped him from trying to suit up a couple times…”

They turned the corner to go into the kitchen. May halted at the sight that greeted her eyes.

Mary Jane sat at the table, feeding Ben, who was looking very comfortable and content in his high chair. Seated directly opposite of Mary Jane was an elderly lady whose sparkling eyes belied her frail appearance. May recognized her instantly from the numerous photographs and videos her parents had taken. In her world, this woman had been deceased for years.

“Oh . . . my . . . God . . .” May murmured, her feet frozen to the floor. her eyes widening in shock. That face . . .

An older man, white apron tied about his waist, stood at the stove frying what smelled like bacon. His back was to her, but he turned in greeting as they came in. “Good morning, sir, miss. What will you have this morning?”

Is that Jarvis? May thought, amazed. His hair was a little darker, but otherwise, he looked exactly the same.

“Good morning, Jarvis. We’d like some coffee, if you don’t mind,” Peter told him. He headed toward the table to give his wife and son a good morning kiss.

“Certainly. I’ll just…”

“Don’t be silly, Edwin. I’ll get it. You tend to the stove…” the older woman reproved. Her short gray hair swung into her face slightly as she stood up from the table.

Peter suddenly noticed that May had not moved. His eyes traveled between May’s odd expression, and that of his Aunt, who had just looked up from pouring coffee.

Their eyes locked. My namesake, May though nervously. We met when I traveled to the past in my world, but she never knew who I was. None of them had known. It would have been too hard to explain. What will she think of me? But she need not have been concerned. Mary Jane had briefed Aunt May on the situation the minute she and Ben had returned from the lab.

“Oh, my heavens,” Aunt May exclaimed, raising a fluttering hand to her chest.

The stillness broken, both Mays rushed to close the gap between them. May the Younger wrapped her arms around the older woman’s frail body, while May the Elder raised a hand to touch her grandniece’s face. “It’s like a dream come true…” she whispered, awestruck. “You look exactly as I’d always imagined you would.”

The older woman’s touch should have bothered her, but instead she felt a joy she couldn’t even begin to describe. So, this is what it’s like to have grandparents? She finally found her voice. “You look like the pictures I’ve seen, except – when did you cut your hair?”

Aunt May stepped back, and sifted the ends of her hair through her fingers. “Oh, a couple of years ago. I was tired of fussing with that silly bun.” Smiling, she took young May’s hand in hers and led her to the table. “Come. Have some breakfast.”

“Everything check out all right, hon?” Mary Jane asked her husband.

He gave her an embarrassed smile. “Just like you knew it would.”

Aunt May set a plate of sizzling bacon and eggs in front of her teenaged namesake. The food smelled so good… She started to eat hungrily.

His duties finished for now, Jarvis took a seat with them at the table, but not before giving Aunt May… a peck on the cheek? Aunt May smiled fondly at the older man.

“May?” Mary Jane began.

Both Mays looked up and answered simultaneously, “Yes?” although younger May had a mouthful of eggs garbling her response.

Younger May giggled, covering her mouth. Older May said, “Oh, dear, we’re going to have to think of a way to distinguish between us.”

The teenager swallowed her food, and chimed in, “Actually, I often go by ‘Mayday’ around my friends and family. You could call me that instead.”

“‘Mayday’? As in ‘look out, here comes trouble’?” Peter teased.

She blushed a little. “Probably. I think I was a handful as a toddler.”

“Mayday it is, then,” Aunt May pronounced.

It was quite amazing how comfortable she felt sitting around this table. Her ‘parents’ seemed so in love, Aunt May was as welcoming as she had hoped, even Jarvis seemed ‘part of the family.’ She needed to get home to her own family somehow, but for now, she could enjoy the company of this family.

A weight of worry seemed to lift from her shoulders. Even after the coffee, the slight headache and full stomach combined to make her suddenly very sleepy. She rubbed a hand across her eyes.

“Mayday?” Mary Jane asked. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, Mom, just a little tired… Oh… sorry.” She smiled sleepily at Mary Jane to show she recognized the name slip.

“That’s all right, sweetheart,” Mary Jane replied with a warm, motherly smile. “I kind of like the sound of it.” She was already developing an emotional bond with the transposed teen. In a way, it really was like her long-lost daughter had finally returned.

“Oh, my dear,” Aunt May interrupted. “I’m sure we can find you a bed easily. What a time you must have been through. Edwin…?”

The butler was already on his way to make arrangements. “Of course we will, miss. A member of my staff will attend to it right away.”

By the time May had crawled into the soft, beautiful bed, she could hardly keep her eyes open. “Don’t let me sleep too long…” she murmured at Peter and Mary Jane, who had come to see her to the room.

“It’s like she’s always been a part of the family, isn’t it?” Mary Jane mused, as they closed the door quietly.

“Yes, it is. But I can’t help of think of the other Peter and MJ, who must be sick with worry wondering where their daughter is right now.” Peter knew that he would have been, and he had only known her a few short hours…

“Peter…” a voice called from down the hall. Tony Stark walked toward them purposefully.

“What, Tony?”

“Would you join me in the lab? I would like your opinion on something.”

“What is it?” Peter asked, concerned.

“I have been studying young May’s DNA since you left, and her being here may be more of a problem than we realized…”

Next: Chapter Four

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