You’re Annie. You like puzzles and little monsters on your pencil and some guy named Mark Ruffalo. You’re a fierce competitor and a sore loser. And you expect everybody to be better than who they are and you expect yourself to be better than everyone.
Decent. Good to see you lookin good.
You look great yourself, James.
“I bet she did. I mean, who couldn’t miss me?” Evidently not something he was seriously thinking could chew through Thor like nothing.
”C’mon, do a trick for her. She loves it when Danny does.” She nudges the baby’s side gently, grinning down at her while she in turn stares at Peter like he’s the most amazing thing in the world.
“Yeah, it has.” This is it. This is where I die. She’s gonna kill me with all that raw power and there’s nothing I can do except take it. She probably won’t even have to try.
”Did you come by to see little Danni?,” and she lets go to rush into the back, only to bring in a tiny bouncing babe on her hip. “Because I’m sure she’s missed her big ol’ uncle Spidey!”
“Uh… Hi?” He greeted in return, with a nervousness only spared for those he’s witnessed defeat Wolverine like he was nothing.
The tiny, hyperactive squirrel-woman chucked happily as her squirrel companion crawled out from somewhere (most likely the tip of her tail) and onto her head. “It’s been so long!”
[ Promptly tackles him into a hug! ] Spidey!
Oh! Hi there, James.