Author's Notes: Unrelated to my previous Spider!Dad fic. This thought had me laughing at work (But I was loopy this past weekend)

I'm using the PS4 tag, because that is my default Spider-man universe, but this could probably fit in most any spider-verse, yes?

No, this is not MJ's apartment from the game. But don't ask me to describe it. XD


Mary Jane walked into the living room, bottle in hand. "Who's a hungry little-" She froze when she saw the empty playpen. Her eyes widened and she looked around frantically. Then on a whim she looked up. "PETER!"

Peter dashed out of the bedroom, still in his mask and most of his costume, stopping just behind Mary Jane at the door. "Wh-" He must have looked up too because he didn't say anything else. He brushed past Mary Jane and dashed into the room. A jump and he caught the ceiling with one hand, pulling his feet up to join the ceiling. "No no no, May." Secured by his bare feet, he detached the one hand and caught his daughter around the waist.

Mayday giggled, hanging by a hand and her knees from the ceiling, one hand reaching for the swirling blades of their ceiling fan.

Peter's biceps bulged, but Mayday didn't budge. "Um, so, uh, this is weird."

Mary Jane wanted to pull her hair out, and she couldn't keep the grimace off her face. "What are you doing, Peter? Get May down from there!"

Peter leaned back, trying to pull Mayday with him in futile effort. "I… can't? This is embarrassing. She's really stuck, MJ."

Mary Jane put the bottle down and stood under her daughter. She fretted, but tried to coax Mayday down. "May, sweetie. Come on. Let go of the ceiling. Don't be afraid, Daddy's got you."

Peter snorted, changing his tactics. "I don't think she's afraid. Can I have your hand, baby girl?" He still held her onto the waist, willing his fingers to adhere to her clothes. He reached out with his free hand and pulled her outstretched arm away from the whirling fan.

Mayday twisted, giggling still. She turned her grin on him, but her big blue eyes went wide and the grin rounded into an 'oh' She cried — screamed really —and slipped off the ceiling.

Mayday Parker was terrified of Spider-man.

Peter hissed in surprise, but didn't let go, holding her wrist, and her clothes sticking to his fingers so she dangled awkwardly upside down. Naturally this prompted Mayday to howl as loud as Banshee. Peter lowered her carefully to Mary Jane's waiting arms.

Mary Jane pulled May close, trying to calm her own racing heart as she comforted her daughter's screams. "There there now. It's okay. It's just daddy wearing his ridiculous mask. Shshshs, look see."

Peter had swung down from the ceiling, peeling the mask off his head as he leaned over MJ's shoulder. "Tell mommy daddy's mask isn't ridiculous," he cooed.

Mayday lifted her head, took one look at her dad's gloved hand and dropped her head to MJ's shoulder with a renewed howl.

Mary Jane turned away from her husband to move to the couch. "Go change, Pete."

Peter ducked back into the bedroom. "How long do you think it will be before she gets used to the costume?"

Mary Jane couldn't help the loud 'ha' that exploded from her mouth. "Oh tiger. That's the wrong question."

Peter appeared at the door, pulling one of his plaid shirts over his bare chest. He still wore the bottom half of the costume though. "Oh, yeah?" He sat on the couch and wiggled his naked fingers at his daughter. "Look big, bad scary costume all gone."

Mayday regarded Peter for only a moment before she hiccuped and then leaned toward him, arms outstretched.

Mary Jane sighed, and handed her daughter over. She stood and passed him the bottle from the shelf she'd set it on. She paused before she responded, because she loved to watch him with May. Who would have guessed that such a little thing could have Spider-man wrapped around her finger so quickly?

Honestly, everyone who knew him, especially Mary Jane.

Mayday gurgled a laugh, kicking her feet at his chest as Peter held her over his head, making faces and blowing raspberries.

"I hope she spits up on you," Mary Jane said with a laugh.

"Tell mommy that daddy wouldn't be doing this if you had something in your tumtum." He gave her a toss, eliciting another scream, this time of delight. Peter then tucked May into the crook of his arm and offered her the bottle. He looked up at Mary Jane. "What's the right question, sweetie?"

Mary Jane rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen to start dinner. "Not calling me sweetie would be a good start," she said over her shoulder.

She heard him sigh dramatically. "Maybe I was talking to May? Isn't that right, Pumpkin? You don't care what I call you?" He made baby noises at May, who laughed at around her bottle.

Mary Jane grinned, as she watched through the serving hatch. "So," she started, waiting for him to turn his head toward her. "The right question would be, what are we going to tell the daycare?"

Peter froze, eyes wide. "Shit."


Author's Ending Note: (If) Any further powered spider!baby fics will go up here. I've got a few more ideas percolating, some light, some dark. I'll mark it as a multi-chapter if I add anything.

Hope this made you smile.