The Next Generation of Marvel Heroes

The window quietly slides open with barely a whisper and a bag of clothes goes sailing into the neat room. No bed bugs. Harvard wouldn't allow it.

She wasn't thrilled with Harvard. Yes, she was not thrilled with Harvard. She should have stuck with Columbia, she should have but... well, May Parker wanted distance. She's tried of being a super hero, someone else is out there being spider man and she's getting awfully close to the Legal Age of Everything and Girl isn't quite cutting it. So she's still May, and she's hanging out with the Avengers for spring break because that's what everyone dreams of, right?

So she closes the window behind her, feet creeping over the carpet. She quietly opens her door into the hallway.

Sneak. Sneak. Sneak. All the way down to the kitchen... so she hopes.