Ok, let's start at the beginning one last time, for real this time. My name is (Y/N) (L/N), I am 6 years old, I grew up in New York, and for as long as I could remember, I always had a favorite superhero... Spider-Man. It's the only time I love watc...
I just sent another 'report' to Miguel while I was rocking (Y/N) back and forth to constantly soothe him while he still looked affected by the sedative drugs I gave him. He looked so cute and I even gave him a baby bottle with juice for 2 reasons. I tried a regular cup of water and it mostly spilled and he just looks so adorable like this. I could do anything I wanted to him and all he could do was sit there and barely know what was going on.
Lyla-Oh (Y/N). How's my special little man? ~
(Y/N)-I'm... Whaaat?
Lyla-*Giggles* Don't worry about it. ~
I felt like this could last forever and the thought of that put a smile on my face.
(Gwenpool#1's POV)
Alright, I got my plan and a super badass team I have assembled from other universes that have agreed to help me grab a kid, but not inappropriately. I took us to a briefing room and I know what they must be thinking. "Gwenpool, isn't this the backroom of a coffee shop you just met She-Hulk at?" And to that I say,... "Shut the fuck up, you try getting a briefing room at a moment's notice when you are not in S.H.E.I.L.D. We got a whiteboard, markers, and chairs. It's close enough." I pulled up my boots and whacked my palm with a ruler like a general... I always wanted to do that. When I turned to my team, I felt like a proud mother.
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