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Hello, I'm sorry, I've lost myself

WHO: Mayday, Normie, Kanaya, Peter, perhaps others?
WHERE: Primarily Nonah #4
WHEN: Ageswap threads run from March 25 to March 29; and elsewhen
WHAT: Did you think the whole spider and goblin thing couldn't get weirder or possibly more convoluted? It turns out it can. And maybe catchall things set before all of this craziness.
WARNINGS: Possibly none, this can change.

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After taking some time to bring a somewhat confused preschooler back to the house- which was way harder than it had any right to be, was that what she and her mom and dad were going to go through with Benjy in a couple years? She hoped not!- May finally had the chance to actually really see what she looked like in a mirror. 'Older' didn't cut it! She wasn't old old- not like her parents were back home, but she had to be around the same age or maybe a bit younger than the version of her dad here. At least it was her body. And her clothes still fit her, if a bit differently; kind of like the few times her mom had convinced her to wear something of her's. Not that that made any of this less weird.

Still, as much as she wants to freak out over this, she does have to prioritize- she was alright, and even if she was older, she was still able to take care of things- which meant focusing on Normie. Who didn't really seem to remember much.

"How are you holding up, Normie?"

Normie didn't know what was going on. He knew he was at a carnival, and that when he was there, he was different. Then something happened and he became as he was now. But why would he be any different? He paused to try and recall who he was before, but quickly grew frustrated and bored. Still, he at least remembered one thing: someone had been with him at the carnival. His friend, May. She wasn't here now, and he couldn't remember seeing her after... whatever it was that made everything different. Just to be sure, Normie checked the house for her: in the rooms, the closets, even the hampers, though the entire time a little voice in the back of his head kept telling him how stupid looking there was.

Once he was convinced he searched every nook and cranny, he went over to where May was examining herself in the mirror and pulled on her pant leg.

"Hey, MJ...? Where's Mayday? We were playing and now she's gone. Do you think she was kidnapped?"

She didn't look that much like her mom, did she? Then again, with about how old Normie looked right now, she guessed that she did look around the same age that her parents and Aunt Liz must have been when he had actually been that age in the first place.

May couldn't help but wish that he'd stop calling her by her mom's name, though. "Normie, we've already gone over this, I'm Mayday. I wasn't kidnapped, promise."

Normie's faced scrunched at that information. No, that wasn't right. Mayday was big like him, but not that big. ...Wait. He wasn't big at all. Something wasn't right...

"No, you're too big to be Mayday. Do you think Daddy took her? Daddy took me once, but it wasn't really him."

Well, if nothing else she had to admire the logic. "No, he didn't."

Could she maybe make him be aware? "Normie, how old are you? "

"It might not really be him. I don't like all the people that play pretend."

Why wasn't MJ taking this seriously? And why did she ask him how old he was. Duh, he was--

"Twe--" He stops. That can't be right. Twenty is way too big. Still, it could be right. "Twenty?"

May manages to not grin out of sheer relief; she still smiles though. Even if Normie is confused by it, it means it's still in there. "Right. You supposed to be twenty. There's just been an accident."

"Your dad isn't here, he hasn't done anything." Norman the elder, on the other hand... the idea of him getting hold of Normie right now is a chilling thought.

"It could just be someone playing pretend as Daddy!"

Jeez, MJ, this is serious! May's missing! And May's very important to him.

"What accident? Did I do something bad?"

She doesn't know where to begin with that first one. "You didn't do anything bad, Normie. Promise. It was just-" she actually has no idea what it was that caused this, and no one has come out and said anything so far, but- "-it's just a superhero thing. I'm sure this will get fixed in no time."

She hopes. May isn't exactly thrilled at the idea of missing the rest of her teenaged years and most of her twenties. Even if this isn't too bad, the idea of Normie being like this for the foreseeable future... no thanks.

Normie bit the inside of his lip as he pondered that. "Did Spider-Man do it?"

A frown. No, he was wrong. Spider-Man wasn't bad.

"Can he help?"

She prepared to say something to correct him- she really did not need to go through that again- but thankfully he switched tack.

"We'll see about that." She was pretty sure her dad definitely wouldn't be able to if this had happened back home, and she didn't think this was in this Peter's abilities either. Probably. Even though her dad did seem pretty comfortable with the equipment at Avengers Mansion and around the F5's.

"I think this is more a Fantastic Five sort of problem."

Old habits, you know. Even if this was a young body.

At her statement about the Fantastic Five, he frowns. "But they aren't here."

"No, they aren't," she admits. "But there have to be other people around here who have the same kind of knack for this kind of thing." Like Dr. Pym.

Unless it's a magic thing? There are enough different possibilities to make this a huge problem.

"Like Tony Stark or Big Man's dad?"

He made a face. Neither of those seemed like great options, but maybe he was biased. Normie looked around the room.

"When's Mayday coming back? Are you sure she's not kidnapped?"

"Maybe one of them." Even if she wouldn't necessarily trust Stark to fix this and she's not entirely sure even the second would be able to fix this. But really, Normie remembers who Big Man is but doesn't believe she's her?

She sighs and kneels down so she isn't looking down at him as much. "Normie, I'm Mayday, I promise. You used to share gummy bears with me when we were little and right now there's a glider in your room that you made while I spent a bunch of time talking to you. Remember? Just because I don't look the age I'm supposed to be doesn't mean I'm not me."

"But you're Auntie M." Sorry May, he's really adamant about that. He can't imagine what you'd look like older, so he can't make the connection. "May isn't a grown-up."

Edited 2015-04-03 00:32 (UTC)

This is really going to be a lost cause, isn't it? "And you're normally not fun sized," she responds. There's a part of her that knows she's going to regret this later, once they're both back to normal, but she tousles his hair, too. Maybe she should suggest Normie grows his hair back out like this afterwards, if nothing else comes out of all of this.

For now, at least. Normie smiled at the hair tussling, then gently tugged at her arm.

"Can we play something?"

For now. She'll probably try again later.

"Sure. Like what?" She isn't sure if she should be making any suggestions here; what's appropriate for a four year old?

"I wanna make something!"

He frowned a bit as thoughts of smoke bombs came to mind. Why would he want to make something so silly? And why did he know how to make it? Ah well.

"Do you have any LEGOs, Auntie M?"

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