MJ was suspicious by nature, so, after she’d managed to get out of the snow drift she did some investigating. She mostly kept to herself, checking in with her “guardian” but kept an eye out.
She had seen the sort of illusions that Mysterio had conjured up… and if other bad guys were oozing out of other dimensions… if other Peters could come through who was to say that another version of him couldn’t as well?
It would explain how one moment she was falling off the Statue of Liberty and the next moment she was on a mountain that she could only assume was on the other side of the country.
She had even, from a distance, checked in on this Peter. And May– who by all rights shouldn’t exist. He looked like her Peter, but she wasn’t sure if that meant anything at all, considering he didn’t seem to know anything.
She’d pulled her hoodie up over her head, she wore the necklace he’d given her and an almost constant scowl. Expect nothing, she told herself, before she nodded her head at him. “Hey.”