I was up in my room packing my bag for the day, getting ready to take my laundry downstairs.

Aunt Mary was downstair's doing the laundry and talking on the phone.
    "I'm not late, Harvey. I'll be there in 15 minutes. I just wanna know if you can find another waitress to replace me because I start my training round's at the hospital. And don't mention this to Cate. I don't want her to know. Because she'll worry, that's why."
I walked around the corner.
    "Yeah, yeah. Okay, you got it. A double shift on Thursday." She said loudly into the phone and I looked at her funny. "Okay, bye."
    "Who was that?" I asked her curiously.
    "Harvey." She said simply and I eye'd her curiously.
    "Doin' a double shift, huh?"
    "Sometimes. I got nothing else to do. I like the girl's. I-I miss Bob. It give's me a little extra in the cookie jar." She said.
    "Mhm. Well, I sold another couple of photo's to the Bugle, so that should help." I shrugged my shoulder's and started eating an apple.

    "Yeah, well what would really help is if that guy started paying you a fair wage."
    "Oh, Jameson? No, Jameson, uh, pay's me a fair wage. Of course, if it was 1961 it would be a fair wage." I chuckled lightly, and walked over toward's the laundry.
    "Hey, hey! Wait! Wait! What are you doing?" Aunt Mary stopped me. "No, I do the laundry."
    "I was just going to do my laundry..."
    "No, I do the laundry." She insisted. I opened. My mouth to speak and she cut me off. "No, this is my job. I've been doing your laundry since you were six years old, okay?"
    "Listen, I'm college age now. I think I can do my own laundry. How am I supposed to ever live alone if I can't do something as simple as laundry?" I argued back.

    "Yeah, well last time you did the laundry, you turned everything blue and red, so no." Aunt Mary raised her voice.
    "Well, that was a mistake."
    "Yeah, ya think?"
    "I'm sorry, it really won't happen again. Can I just wash my laundry?" I huffed, irritated.
    "This is my laundry, my home, my machine. Back off eat your breakfast." She yelled and handed me a breakfast sandwich she made me. My eye's widened at her and I backed down.
    "All right... Laundry sheriff. I'll just do it later." I slowly backed away as she reached for my back pack.
    "I'll do it. Just give it to me." She said softly.
    "No, no. Forget it."

While I was at home, doing my laundry it was Max Dillion's birthday today.

3rd Person POV
He had crazy amounts of picture's in his home of Spider-Woman. They covered his wall's and he talked to himself like he was her best friend. After his power shut off he went to Oscorp to work.

    "Oscorp Industries is proud to announce the world's first electromagnetic power grid. By converting aging power stations into a field of hydroelectric tower's, we are generating clean, green, sustainable energy to power Manhattan, the five boroughs, and eventually the world, for generations to come." The Oscorp AI said as max entered the building.

    "Dillion. You're late." Alistair Smythe said appearing behind him.
    "Doggone train's are so slow, sir." Max said.
    "Don't you realize that Oscorp is now responsible for the entire city's energy supply?" Alistair spoke as they power walked through Oscorp.
    "I do. I submitted a lot of design for the power grid and-and they used a lot of them and I noticed that, and those power grids were designed by me." Max pointed at himself as Alistair stopped and looked at him.
    "You designed them?" Max smiled and nodded at him and Alistair scoffed. "Sure you did. And I'm Spider-Woman."
    "You're no Spider-Woman! She's a Leo and you're a Sagittarius! You besmirch her again, I'm gonna rip your well groomed head off!" Max thought inside his head, about grabbing Alistair's suit and threatening him. He came back to and looked at Alistair and his smile faded.
    "Now, get to work!" Alistair demanded and walked off.
Max walked through the halls and got to he elevator.

    "What floor please?" Kari the AI asked.
    "Seventy-four." Max said softly, pushing up his glasses.
    'Thank you."
    "Oh, hold that! Can you hold that, please?" Peter called out while rushing to the elevator. Max held the door's open for him.
    "I got it." Max told him.
    "Thank you so much. You're great. Most people would have just let it close." Peter said breathlessly as he stood in the corner of the elevator.
    "Yeah, well, most people don't notice other people." Max replied quietly.
    "What floor please?"
    "Uhm, ahem, sixty three..." Peter cleared his throat and tried to say before Max interrupted him.
    "I got it. I got it. What is it?"

    "Uh, sixty three." Peter told him.
    "Sixty-three, please." Max said loudly.
    "Thank you."
    "And hurry.
    "Thank you very much." Peter nodded at him.
    "Uhm, I'm Max. Max Dillon." max introduced himself.
    "I'm Peter. It's nice to meet you."
    "Nice to meet you."

    "Is it your birthday?" Peter asked him. Noticing the birthday flyer in his hand's. Max's eye's widened and he smiled, before realizing what he was looking at.
    "Oh, oh, yeah, uh, well, I, uh, they..." He stumbled on what to say. "A friend of mine made this flyer up. I'm having a birthday party at a big club. A lot of celebrities." He said quietly.
    "Wow. That's cool." Peter nodded.
    "I would love to invite you, it's just that the guest list is closed."
    "Oh, I get it. I got it." Peter smiled awkwardly. "Well, thank you anyway."

    "This guy, dressed up like Spider-Woman, hanging out by the blaze." The commentator on the screen, of the elevator said, showing a clip of Spider-Woman saving people from the burning building.
    "It must be cool, huh?" Max asked Peter. "To have the whole world look at you like that? You know, Spider-Woman saved my life one time. Out of all the people in this whole city, she saved me. She told me she needed me." Max spoke passionately about it and Peter smiled.
    "She is pretty incredible." Peter agreed. The elevator door's dinged open as it reached the sixty-third floor. "Well, it was really nice meeting you, Max." Peter nodded and left the elevator.
When Peter called him by his name, Max looked surprised at him. He wanted to follow but the door's closed.
    "Wait, he remembered my name."