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WHO: May Parker and Matt Murdock
WHERE: Matt’s office
WHEN: Afternoon.
WARNINGS: Family dysfunction.
SUMMARY: May stops in on her not!Uncle Matt to figure out what to do now that her not!Dad is back in town.
FORMAT: Para to start.
( Simple Plan Lyrics Here )
WHERE: Matt’s office
WHEN: Afternoon.
WARNINGS: Family dysfunction.
SUMMARY: May stops in on her not!Uncle Matt to figure out what to do now that her not!Dad is back in town.
FORMAT: Para to start.
( Simple Plan Lyrics Here )
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Honestly, Matt had been expecting this for days. Ever since he'd heard Peter's familiar voice on the Network, he knew May's eventual breakdown was imminent. Okay, so maybe it wasn't a breakdown, per se, but he was fully expecting to play confidante to his confused adoptive niece. While Matt preferred brooding and solitude, the Parker family seemed to benefit from talking their problems out. And if May needed a wall to bounce her thoughts off, the least Matt could do was be quiet and listen, or offer a word or two of support. She was family, after all.
"It's Sunday, May. Gemma has the day off. No one else is here." That was meant to soothe any second thoughts or nerves she might have over seeking him out. It was humbling, to admit one's fears or problems, Matt understood. But he wanted to reassure her that she was safe, and she could talk to him. "I've got Oreos in the kitchen. And milk. Why don't you bring them over here?"
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May could hug Matt already, but she settled for offering an unseen, lopsided attempt at a smile as she complied with the request. Reilly tried, May knew. He did, the same way she tried to be there for him. But there was just something about having an adult at your back that was, at times, miles and miles more reassuring than what they managed in their own, weird attempts at maturity. Back home there'd been Uncle Phil to run to when dad was just too complicated to manage. Here there was Matt, for situations way more messed up than what she'd had to gripe about back home.
She trotted over with the suggested spoils, putting them between them before she opened her mouth again. How did she even start this one?
"So...Dad's here. Kinda."
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He didn't particularly want to share what he and Peter had discussed with May, he didn't feel it was necessary to hold his friendship with her father over her head, but he felt like she could use some perspective. Of course she had every right to be upset and confused by Peter's arrival, but it might help her to realize that her father had come running to the same person when he needed advice.
"He's from a different time than I am." He said, licking the filling out of the cookie, apparently indifferent to how ridiculous he must look.
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She let out an, even she could admit, overly dramatic and pained sigh as she reached for her own cookie and pulled it apart with a frown. She wasn't going to ask, half because she was grown up to know it wasn't her business, and half because she wasn't sure she'd want to hear it.
"He and mom aren't...he's not actually my dad."
She took a bite out of the half of the cookie that lacked the frosting, more just letting herself really let her own words sink in more than anything.
"I mean- I always figured we'd be on different time lines, you know? The porter wouldn't have much use for a retired spider-person...I was ready for that. But I always thought...I mean Harry ( ... )
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