Mona clutched her cheek and pulled the slice of bread out of her mouth, her eyes wide. She stared in disbelief at the shallow tooth marks on its surface.
How could anyone make bread harder than Kaeya's pancakes? Her teeth were about to fall out!
Ned couldn't help laughing at the sight. "Aunt May's cooking is as consistent as ever."
Mona was utterly speechless. She set the bread back on the plate, cleared her throat, and recovered her earlier composure.
"He and I definitely aren't what you're imagining. I have something serious to discuss with him."
Seeing how clueless Ned looked, she abruptly asked him, "Has anyone come looking for you these past two days?"
Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang again.
May's hands paused over the onion she was chopping. She stopped and looked up at the front door.
How strange. Why is it so busy today?
Whoever was outside definitely wasn't Peter, unless the boy had lost his house key again.
May brushed the bits of onion from her hands onto the cutting board and gave them a quick rinse under the faucet. The doorbell rang twice more, as though whoever was pressing it was a little short on patience.
"Coming."
May dried her hands and walked to the door.
Click.
With a faint sound, the door opened.
"Hi, good afternoon."
"Hi?!"
Once she got a clear look at the face before her, May froze. This was a face that occupied social media feeds all year round. She blinked, making sure she wasn't dreaming.
Why would someone so important knock on her door?
"I must be mistaken. Oh, no, sorry, maybe it's just me, but has anyone ever told you that you look exactly like Tony Stark?"
The man couldn't help smiling at May's stunned expression.
"Right? Quite the resemblance,