"Well, hopefully." her dad back home managed it, between work, two kids and helping May when she needed it. But then again, it wasn't easy being Spider-Man, she knew, as she was sort of often looked at like the 2.0 version. Even if it was just for an hour, it would be nice.
"Yep. The only down side is, I think some of the comic-book geeks have clued into who I am. It's sort of creepy, to be honest." ignoring them or just looking at them like they had six heads would only work for so long. Luckily the friends she had made weren't big into comics, and so they also just thought that the comic-book guys were all around weird.
May reached out to take her hand, running her thumb carefully over the ring as she gazed at it with a smile. "It's the same one." she said happily. "It's Aunt Mays." even if Aunt May wasn't her Aunt, the name for the woman just kind of stuck. "It suits you perfectly." she added, letting go over her hand. May couldn't picture that ring on anyone else's hand, it never left her mother. Seeing a different one would have been strange.