11837/Structural Analysis

Structural Analysis
Date of Scene:	26 July 2020
Location:	East Side, Manhattan
Synopsis:	Natasha goes out on patrol with Spidey to ask a few questions about his Spider Sense.
Cast of Characters:	Spider-Man, Black Widow (Romanoff)

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Spider-Man has posed:
    It had been a hectic day, traveling across the great city's skyline. For some heroes it's easily done, with the great gifts they have been given or the magnificent inventions they've created. Grappling hooks, rappel lines, jet packs, wings, and for one particular wall-crawler...
    Webbing.
    So when one travels with the Spectacular Spider-Man they need to move fast, and unfortunately the grapple line that Natasha has doesn't /quite/ cut it. Not that she's slow, far from it. But it's likely much more taxing. Especially when one has to hear the hero's voice now and again.
    "So, maybe you should do more cardio? You think that might help?" That jerk.
    As if Natasha Romanoff wasn't a magnificent athletic individual. And she wasn't really breathing heavily. But then again when did Spider-Man ever pass up a chance to poke fun at a partner in crime? Or fighting crime.
    "But ok ok, I figure this is far enough for now." That said he flips over the billboard that he had landed on, perching there beside her as he gestures, "So, you wanted to see how I work, that was pretty much it. I can give you the reader's digest of it if you like, or if you had any questions. But basically I just... swing around until I feel something bad is going on. Or hear it on the police radio."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
There is no difficulty on her part with her breathing. She isn't taxed from her swinging with the Widow's Line or run across the rooftops when not swinging. Her free running skills were on point. Yet, his constant commentary had her just shaking her head once they came to a stop.

"Quite sure my cardio is just fine," she tells him coolly. She moves to the edge of the roof, looking over the skyline.

"So basically, your patrolling consists of dumb blind luck. With a little tingle thrown in for good measure." A smirk at that, cutting her eyes his direction. "Considering that police scanners usually only pick up half the conversation, due to the digitilization. Unless you used your smarts, or Avengers tech, to be sure you have the required frequencies to get all of it?"

Spider-Man has posed:
    The wall-crawler makes a finger gun and bangs it at Natasha as he tells her easily enough, "Got it in one." Though which one he doesn't exactly declare. "But hey, great way to be all reductionist." The way his mask twists up it might be hard to figure out what his expression is, but she knows him well enough to see that twist of a smirk that's hidden there.
    "It's... a sort of zen thing. Right?" He says as he /leaps/ off of the billboard, twisting in the air and firing a webline out across the valley between buildings. His lithe muscular form twisting smoothly like a gymnast completing a vault and ending as he swings down, through an open window in a building under construction to land /thwap/ upon the ceiling inside, crawling over it as he wanders through.
    Thankfully none of the construction workers are on the job today, but it's a nice little tunnel through the building they can talk in while they move. "I go with my feelings, and they've served me well. I mean, eight years and counting, I gotta be doing something right?" He drops and turns slightly to hang upside down in front of her.
    "So, hi." He finally says, swinging in front of her.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
As he heads across the opening, Natasha fires a Widow's Line with a pfft of displaced air. Thunk! It imbeds in the building and she swings over behind him with ease. A twitch of the wrist and the line released, retracting as she performs a perfect tumbling roll upon landing, coming easily to her feet and starting through to the other side.

"Wait!"

Her voice allows for no doubt there is something important. Perhaps they are in danger. She is looking upward. "What do you think the load on this ceiling is? Three? Four hundred? I mean it seems pretty good."

Then she is walking along toward the opposite end again, rather nonchalantly.

Spider-Man has posed:
    "I umm," She catches him out as he's hanging there and for a moment he lifts his head as he looks at that ceiling, eyelets whirring faintly as they narrow. "I mean, I'm sure it's not going to..."
    There's a pause as he then suddenly seems taken aback. "Oh wait!"
    There's a twist in the air and he drops off that webline and thwaps to the floor, then sits up on one knee and /looks/ at her with wide-visored eyes. "Natasha!" He says, a scolding tone in his voice as he then laughs and if she could see underneath that mask there'd be definitely some blushing going on, though he's still laughing happily.
    "I umm," He shakes his head and starts to walk by her, "You..." He waggles a finger at her, then looks away as he rests a hand on the wall as if he's about to climb back up, only to look over his shoulder at her.
    "You are bad." He says, condemningly and shaking his head. But then he turns back around to face her and lifts one hand to rub at the back of his neck.
    "Yeah..." But there's something almost... tender in his voice.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"I'm not bad in the least. It's just a discussion of the structural integrity of the new construction. I mean, I wouldn't suggest the Hulk set up a chin up bar hanging from it or it would likely just collapse immediately. They should think more about such things when building, don't you agree?"

The smirk is still on her face. As far as she's concerned, there is nothing untoward in their discussion at all. "And I wasn't calling you fat at all, if that is what you were thinking."

She continues her path toward the other side, pausing when she gets there to look around at the street below them.

Spider-Man has posed:
    "Maybe a little bad." Peter's voice is heard in there, twinned with that hint of the tone he uses when wearing the mask. But she can likely imagine the smile even as he walks along the hall after her, pausing to step beside her and look over the side. "So."
    A tilt of his head is given as he leeeeans out the open window placement area, not quite having been constructed yet so it's just an open breeze and the rush of wind going by out toward the street. It causes a faint whistle of sound at times when the wind picks up gently.
    "Did you have any questions or did I answer them all decently?" He asks, as if trying to get back to business. Then failing.
    "I mean other other questions." He clears his throat and plants a hand on the wall outside that window, then slips through with that preternatural ease of his, "That have nothing to do with ceilings."
    /Thwip!/

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"I mean we can discuss other things about buildings. Walls. Floors. Roofs. It's all really useful information. Building materials, how you can utilize and manipulate the surroundings in a confrontation."

Natasha just watches as he fires that line then she leans out of the opening and begins falling. Calm, collected. Three stories then she fires that line at the next building, a jerk of movement halted downward and swinging across toward the opposite. She has to use the line to draw herself upwards as well, not able to just climb the side of a building like he can.

Well she could with the right tech, probably. Just not at the moment.

An arc up, a flip at the top, line disengaged and she landed on the next rooftop. "I mean, while this may seem like a lot of luck, it does seem to work for you. I'm guessing your Spider Sense is a big part of it. It's like instincts but on steroids or something."

Spider-Man has posed:
    They both have somewhat similar objectives, but come at it from two different angles. They're both graceful, precise in their movements, but there is an acrobatic ease with which Spider-Man moves, swinging down that street, planting a hand upon the lip of a rooftop and flipping forward. Not touching the roof at all with his feet and just flipping across the way, only to land upon a nearby heavy metal water filtration tower.
    It's there that he pauses, crouched as she completes her swing and lands near when he addresses her again. "I don't know." Spider-Man looks around, then his mask twists a little as if his eyebrows were raising. "This roof looks fairly durable."
    But then he pushes ahead with the conversation. "But yeah. I don't think I'd be able to do half the things I do without it. It sort of..." He lifts his chin and gestures with one hand, "It lets me know in some ways moment to moment if something I'm doing is intensely stupid or not. And hey sometimes even that doesn't stop me. But it helps with my... whole flippy dodgy spinny springy thing I do."
    A beat, then he adds. "And yes that's the technical term."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"I'll make sure to quote it precisely in the report. Flippy dodgy spinny springy thing, which is initiated by the presence of your personal tingle."

Now she just looks entirely too amused. Hopefully she's kidding about the report. Difficult to tell, considering who she is.

"Does it give you warnings about any sort of danger? Or only the physical? I mean if I do this..."

Suddenly there is a tiny disk in silver flying his direction, having been fired from her wristsbands. Only the disk is a very low powered version of her usual Bites. It will sting but more like static electricity than mind numbing pain and inability to control bodily functions.

"This does seem a good building. We should have those that Damage Control fixes marked, see if they are substantially stronger than your average building."

Spider-Man has posed:
    And as that small disk flicks through the air he nimbly twists to the side where it connects to the tower he was on and flashes as it gives that little low-powered jolt with a faint zzt. A zzt that is rapidly followed by Spider-Man heaving a exaggerated sigh as he /leeeeans/ back to the side and plucks the disk out and tosses it back at her.
    "Please stop taking pot shots at me just so you can momentarily sate your deplorable excess of curiousity." But his tone has a tinge of amusement there.
    "So /anyways/." The red and blue hero balances there on the side of the low tower, his feet holding him up on the side and giving him a place to rest his hands upon his knees. "Do you have any other questions? I know it seems... maybe a little amateurish, but it works for me. And it's improved over the years."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"You didn't answer the last one," Natasha points out as she catches the tiny disk in her palm then tucks it away into her belt somewhere. "Is it only physical threats? Or things like cutting a wire on a bomb? Or going out with a girl, do you get a tingle? Like if she's going to break your heart in the future. Or that sort of danger you don't get a sense for? What if a ceiling isn't going to hold your weight? You know it already so avoid leaping there?"

Natasha gives a negative shake of the head. "It's not amateur. It's actually very interesting. I might be a little jealous. I mean, I have my own sort of danger sense, I suppose. Had to develop it in my old line of work. But there is nothing powered about it. Just instinct. Yours seems ...more."

Spider-Man has posed:
    "It's," She can tell he was reluctant to answer perhaps as he uncurls a hand to the side, the bewebbed glove opening as if not able to truly grab a hold of the right words. "It's happened for a lot of things. Sometimes I'm not fully aware of it and I react on an instinctive level. Other times it tries to make me aware of things that are about to happen, gives me an intensity and a direction like a..." He spreads his hands and shrugs bonelessly, "Like a tingle. I don't know how to describe it better."
    He takes a deep breath, "Social things not so much though..." Spidey tilts his head back and forth a few times, hemming and hawing. "Though once there was someone that was going to try and expose my identity and I could tell but with that it was... a bad feeling? But how much of that is my own neurosis and paranoia right? And just happened to be right then?"
    He then drops down off the side of that water purification tower and lands opposite her, standing a good head taller than her. "But in traversal, yah. It sort of helps me guide myself. When it's a conscious warning it's something really bad usually or something I need to make a decision on."
    That said he folds his arms over his chest in front of her, "But yeah, it's weird. Mr. Stark once wanted to run some tests but I think he got distracted."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
That earns a soft laugh. "Tony Stark getting distracted. Color me surprised." The sarcasm is thick as the humidity in Florida in August. "I could bring it up to him again, if you wanted. Not a huge thing. As long as you have an understanding of it, that's really the important part."

She moves to the edge of the roof, glancing down at the street and listening to the city noises going on around them. Nothing out of place. No raised voices or screaming. A dog barking. A garbage can lid hitting the ground, from some stray animal seeking a free meal. A tv turned up entirely too loud while an action movie played in a nearby building. A few muffled conversations floating up from ground level as people went about their lives. No one aware of the people running around on rooftops, or swinging on weblines, out to help keep their normal lives just that.

Spider-Man has posed:
    One hand lifting, "I don't know. Maybe? Knowledge and research is always good, but I would feel pretty horrible if out of nowhere spider-sensitive Iron Man drones started flying around and ended up in the hands of... like Doom or someone." Spider-Man walks with her toward the edge of the roof and lets his gaze drift that way, then back.
    He drops into a crouch there to perch on the edge of the building beside her, tilting his head to the side to look up at her with those mirrored-lenses, his smile a barely perceptible twist at the corner of his mask.
    "Some nights though, it's... crazy busy. All sorts of things going on. Others..." He lifts his head to motion to the world before them, "It's like this, quiet. Then I just swing from one borough to the next and... think."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"That can be a dangerous thing. Thinking too much can drive introspection which can lead to all sorts of things. Both good and bad, to be honest."

Natasha glances over and down to him then gives a nod. "Shall we continue our patrol? I admit I am not feeling like self-reflection tonight. Would much prefer something physical."

That half smirk again as she turns away then glances over her shoulder. "So, shall we see if your tingle can find a mugging or something for us to interrupt?" Then she is running across the rooftop and leaping in a swan dive position off the opposite side.