"Have a good visit?" Jess wiped Gunner's mouth.

"Yep. I think he enjoyed himself. And I gave him some food for thought. And popped his cherry on portal travel. So now he won't be so shaken when they want to visit us."

"Sweet," she took the infant from the tub, wrapping him in his towel, "Stink butt," she cooed at him, giving nosies as he reached out and grabbed her face.

Virgil smiled, watching his wife interact with the baby, "We need to take another family vacation, now that the zucchini mostly sleeps through the night."

"He's not a zucchini, don't be mean," Spider-woman chided her husband, "He's my sweet pea. And Miguel is my pumpkin."

"And what am I?"

"Corny, but so hot," she gifted him with a smooch.

"Darn skippy," he smiled proudly, "Where is Pumpkin anyway?"

X

"I really have a taste for a Philly cheese steak. Am I alone in that?" Ben dodged several projectiles.

"Doesn't sound too bad," Hobie agreed, "With extra peppers and a coke."

"I'm a Pepsi guy myself," Ben shrugged, swinging debris like a mace.

Their banter had Miguel curious as to what dinner was, "Not sure I'm in the mood for a sandwich."

"We know, you just live for empanadas," Hobie rolled his eyes, stringing his electric guitar.

"And you don't have a comfort food? Let me guess, tea and crumpets? Bubble and squeak? Oh no, beef wellington!" Mig webbed Rhino's feet.

"Firstly," punk swung a lamppost into the villain, "All of those actually sound really good right now. Secondly, my favorite is fish and chips, come on mate. Obviously."

"What the heck is 'bubble and squeak'? Sounds like a kids show with bath toys?" Ben grunted, getting thrown.

Miguel caught the blonde, gripping the building side, "It's fried cabbage and potatoes. It's ok, it makes do when you're hungry."

"Why don't you English speak English?" Ben huffed, jumping back into the fray.

"I haven't even gotten started on spotted dic-" Hobie got slammed into the ground, "Ok, hunger is getting to me now."

"Are you ok?" Miguel swung past him.

Punk prepared to respond when his senses went off. Without time to talk he webbed the giant, yanking him down virtually on top of him as a roof fell, just missing them both.

"You so owe me," he smirked under the mask, rolling over and pushing off Miguel's butt to jump back in.

X

Hobie stuffed his face. He loved the 24 hour cafeteria at HQ, "This did hit the spot."

"I told you," Ben said between bites, "Philly cheese with extra cheese. Even Boss accepted it."

"I'm just hungry and don't want to cook. They were already making it anyway," he tore into the sandwich. He checked the time. Had to hurry up if he planned to get home in time for decent sleep.

He finished the last few bites and inhaled his drink, "Ok, well done on Rhino. I am going home," he pet them both on the head.

"See ya," Ben waved as the leader walked through the portal, "Funny how important sleep is to someone's personality."

"Agreed," Hobie sipped his drink, an idea brewing in his head.

X

Miguel was up at HQ bright and early a few days later. Some monitoring, have a meeting with Margo, plan to do a few adjustments to Lyla. Easy day, hopefully.

Halfway into some work he felt a cupping of his rear. He thought nothing of it initially, since Peter tended to do that to check him.

"Can you not?" He commented, still looking at the screen as the cupping changed to gentle pats.

"Just saying 'good morning'."

That was not Pete's voice. Miguel quickly turned aside, knocking Punk's hand away, "What is your problem!? Why are you so weird?!"

Hobie smiled, "I just wanted to bury the hatchet. Brought you a smoothie," he waved the drink.

"What do you want?"

Punk smiled, leaning against the table, "Cut right to the chase, eh? I want to see it."

Miguel raised a judgemental eyebrow to him, "See what?"

"Well mate, I assume your bum isn't naturally so cushy. So what you got under there? I bet I already know. Starts with an 'n' and ends with a 'y'."

Miguel stared at him as he sang. The man just rolled his eyes, going back to his work, "I don't have time to play with you right now. I need to get some things done."

"I always wondered what you and Miles do in that room. Is that why Peter drags you there? Or why ma and you stay in there so long?"

"Don't you have friends you can go bother?" he kept his back to him.

"Is it to change you?" Hobie leaned against his arm, pinching at the man's hip, finding one of the snaps.

He slapped his hand away, "And?"

"And?"

"And?" he repeated.

"I want to."

"Want to what?"

"I have to spell it out? I want to change you," he smirked.

"Why would I want you anywhere near my exposed junk? Get out," he rolled his eyes, switching monitors.

"Come on, just once. That's all I want."

Mig stared at his pleading eyes, "Please leave."

Hobie's smile turned to a scowl, "Let's change tactics," he pulled his phone out and showed him a picture. Then another. Then another.

A few pics of Pete pulling the back of Miguel's pants and exposing a little of his diaper. One of Peter cupping his bottom, similar to how Hobie had done. The creepiest one was him in a bathroom stall changing himself, clearly after a mission.

"Your obsession with me as of late, is very concerning. You should pursue someone more your type," he went back to the computer, leaving Hobie flustered.

"Let me change your nappy or I'll post these on the group chat."

"The one with your friends or the one where the community shares pictures of my a$$?"

"You think I won't?"

2099 turned to look Punk in the eyes, "One, you can still post those even if I let you change me. Two, why would I want you near my exposed junk? Three, I don't negotiate with terrorists."

Punk glared.

"Let's talk about what happens if you post this. 80% think it's fake. 10-15%, at least, couldn't care less, since I've come to understand this is more common than I thought. 5-10% at most find it weird. And guess what, not a single one of them has the balls to do a d mn thing more than give me a strange look.

"But I can 100% guarantee that if you post that, there is no force in the multiverse that's gonna stop me from kicking your a$$. Jess, Peter, God or the Devil himself," he crossed his arms, giving Hobie a challenging glare.

Punk grit his teeth, about to threaten again when his phone was yanked from his hand.

"What are you doing?" Miles dropped his invisibility.

"Your little friend is trying to blackmail me," Miguel explained.

"Dude, seriously? What's wrong with you?" Miles looked at him in shock and disdain, "I told you to leave him alone and this is your idea of that? Would you have done this to me if I said no to you treating me little?"

"What? No!" Hobie's eyes went wide in concern, "I wouldn't do that to you. You're my friend."

"And Miguel is mine too!"

"I- I know. I wasn't really going to," he tried to explain, but there was really no defense.

Miles gave him a very disapproving glare as he shook his head, walking off and deleting the photos.

"Wait, I wasn't going to, don't be mad!" He hurried after him. Finally leaving Miguel to do his work.