Gwen Stacy-Parker rubs the bridge of her nose. The 27 year old wife of research scientist Peter Parker sighs. More than a little wierded out as she watches the 18 year old alternate dimension version of herself sitting on the floor giggling as she amuses the older versions adopted infant son by playing peekaboo.
"I was never that ... bizarre was I? I mean shes got maybe 30 piercings in her head."
Peter Parker walks up behind his wife and shakes his head. "Unfortunately no. Such a prude." He grinned teasingly. Only to be met by a stern glare. "Your alternate is Gay. Shall we continue?"
Peter only took a beat to continue "No ma'am. ............ You look pretty."
His wife smirked then chuckled and shook her head. "Next time alternate versions of your friend pop in to ask to keep someone safe for a few days?"
"I'll give them directions to a motel"
"Good boy."
The End.
"Ow! My nipplering! Leggo!"
"..... Peter? remind me to smack MJ next time I see her."
"Yessum, dearestsweetiepiesnugglebear"
"Thats not helping."
"Gotcha"
........ The end now. For real.