...fuck, Parker, that was a lot to read. Uh, no, Mysterio is not a thing for me. The last thing to happen for me was Abbie going back to school and me picking up some extra shifts at the garage to make sure she had the shit she needed.
Tony, Pepper, and Morgan.
Ned. Right. Sorry MJ is gone, happy belated birthday. I need to find a hardware store or something. I need to build something.
This is a lot.
Right. Tony is going to come find me, even though I didn't tell him what bodega and once I get back to the ostrich infested apartment complex I guess I should poke you and make sure you are real. ...where the fuck am I supposed to live? With strangers? I lost my southern charm awhile ago and am not about to play nice with others.