"Master Planner, before you say anything, please hear Mysterio out!" Mysterio had just entered the Sinister Six's hideout without so much as a hello. He was clearly hiding something behind his back, and his face (now unmasked) wore a wheedling expression.
Dr. Octopus glared at him with harsh eyes. "What do you want, Beck?"
He smiled as sweetly and falsely as saccharine. "Well, it's not something I exactly want, but you see, she followed me home and I couldn't just let her stay out there, she could've gotten hit by a car, or frozen, or starved to death.."
"Out with it, man!", Doc Ock yelled, growing impatient with Quentin Beck.
"Can I keep her?"
He facepalmed. "Beck, I've already told you, I don't allow dogs in the hideout."
Mysterio's expression got a little more unsettled. "She...isn't a dog."
Ock raised an eyebrow. "A cat, then?"
"No...Think bigger."
Otto Octavius stood up straight, looked Mysterio dead in the eyes and demanded. "Quentin Beck, what did you bring into my lair?"
Mysterio turned behind him and held up a small, pale, dirty, black-haired child who could have been no more than three years old. "I call her Genevieve!" The little girl waved.
Otto Octavius fainted.
(A/N: The name and appearance of the little girl is a shout-out to all of you who like the Skary Childrin series by Katy Towell.)