8474/A Spider Caught in a Bigger Web

A Spider Caught in a Bigger Web
Date of Scene:	23 July 2019
Location:	New York
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Kid Arachnid, Spider-Man, Doctor Strange
Tinyplot:	Weather Spheres

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Kid Arachnid has posed:
It's raining. It's summer time. School is out. So what do you do? Well, if you're one Miles Morales? You throw a text out on the ole Spider-Web, suit up and escape your dorm like someone lit it on fire! Freedom! Oh, sweet, sweet freedom! It starts easy enough, it always does. Web swinging with Spidey. What could go wrong?

If you're slinging webbing, you know the answer.

Everything.

"No, no, no! That's not what I said!" THWIP! Hoodie clad and spandex rocking Kid Arachnid swings through the apex and launches upward. Arms thrown wide, jacket fluttering capelike. The kid is a -fast- learner. THWIP! He catches a web line and changes directions, swooping low between skyscrapers. "I said Power Girl 'helped'. I had that completely under control!" Regaling the tale of how he was almost gunned down last week trying to stop a robbery and being actually saved by Power Girl. No matter his protests, she totally saved his keister. "That was really, really cool though. She's taller than I thoOOOOUUUAAAWWWHAT?!"

Ever find the mystical remainders of a long ago scuffle? Miles just did. In mid swing, mid sentence, his Spider Senses flare. He doesn't react fast enough and hits the shimmering, half visible crack in reality that violent teleportation can sometimes leave behind. Visibly distorted, Miles vanishes in a crack of noise and light. A shimmering trail zipping downward. The travel path leading right toward one Doctor Strange's abode!

Spider-Man has posed:
For Peter it's just a normal Tuesday Evening. Which is to say, nothing about anything Peter does is every anything resembling anything at all like something that's ever normal. He's sitting at his desk working on a paper when his other phone chirps, the one connected to the spider-web, and glances up at the text with a grin. "Hey, Cindy.. I'll be back in a bit. I have to go check on a friend." Said to his elsewise unpresent impromptu Roommate.

Spider-Man leaps from his apartment and takes flight.

A while later, the wallcrawler is zipping from line to line in an easy, it could really be rehersed, aerial dance with Miles, "Uh huh.. and I fought muggers with Batman." Name drop, "Wait, no I did do that..." Grinning behind his mask at how quickly the spandex clad Kid Arachnid picked up the graceful art of webswinging.. and poor spider-luck.

"So you're telling me you that against all of my warnings-" THWIP, his hand grabs the line and yanks him in a side twirl over Miles, another caught from his a wrist running up along his back into a twisting spin, "-you STILL went out vigilanting without one of us with you?"

Peter is incapable of venom, it's just not in him... he's always going to be a kid from Queens no matter how old he gets or much he swings, "I'm so proud..."

Then things go nuts and Miles disappears just as Peter's own spider-senses light up like a Christmas tree, "What the he-!" He has a bit more experience with those senses and is able to pull away, but seeing as his charge has just vanished to god only knows where, he does the responsible thing and follows. "Yeah, just a regular ol Tuesday..."

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Alright, lets do this one last time.

    "My name is Doctor Stephen Strange, and for the past few years, I've been the one, the only, Sorcerer Supreme."

    Stephen rolls his eyes at himself and frowns as he looks at a singular sphere within the foyer of his Sanctum and is walking around it, eyeing the device suspiciously and he's got a note pad in one hand and a feathered quill in the other. "Spring. Summer. Autumn. Winter." The wizard says to himself and frowns as he looks back to the orb, seated on a pedestal and glowing the slightest bit. A pulsing light that changes from a vibrant green, a melting orange, a dreadful red, and a hopeless white.

    Stephen paces around this device with his grey eyes locked onto it when suddenly a figure appears in the air above the orb and is falling quickly. Stephen barely says the beginning of the word "Spid-?" Before he is catching the figure in a spell to stop all momentum and inertia the falling young hero possesses.

    "You are not the spider-man I am familiar with... But the man spider you must be..."

Kid Arachnid has posed:
Miles had time enough to think a protest to Peter's observations of his promise keeping abilities. Not enough time to voice a particularly unconvincing excuse. To be fair, he'd do it all over again if presented the opportunity. Sure, he broke rule number one... but he met Power Girl. So, you know, it all balances out.

Back to the here and now, Miles Morales is experiencing mystical teleportation at its sloppiest. Not everyone is a Sorcerer Supreme. Not everyone is a master of their craft. Miles can sympathize. Right now, however, he wants to kick the jerks face into low orbit. It's like every molecule is in a paint mixer. Unpleasant vibrations. Warbling, echo-voice. "Luuuuuuke. I am your faaaaaather." He couldn't resist.

Back to panicking. Everything around him is a speeding blur of insanity and noise. The light show comes to a crashing halt and Miles is left suspended in the air. "Uhhhh. Thanks? Hey, nice... uh... mustache?" Flipping his hood back, Miles kicks futilly at the air. Nope. Still hovering. "Hey, do we fight now? Is that how this works or are we in a team up where I learn a valuable lesson about life and you regain your lost humanity?"

Spider-Man has posed:
Teleportation is like most things in Spidey's life: Hectic and unpleasant.

The webslinger willingly swings through the vortex a short time after Miles, but he's enough, quite limited and near nonexistant, experience with the experience to know there's absolutely zero chance he's going to enjoy it. It never deposits him into an alternate universe where he's a successful business mogal at the top of his class. It never dumps him on the steps of Met Life stadium where he's on the starting lineup.

It always deposits him in, admittedly lush, a sanctum of some sort where everything is upsides downsies.

"So..." Peter says, firing a line from either wrist crossed over himself to create a small thin beam upon which he crouches upon appearing in the home of the one Doctor Stephen Strange.. "I feel like there's an important life lesson right in front of us..." The wallcrawler rubs at his temple, forget about the weird feelings, don't think about the science, certainly let go the realization that you may have just had all your molecules rearranged, "... like maybe magic is a lot more lucrative than wallcrawling ... This place come fully furnished?" Wiggling a finger in a small circle.

"I'm looking to rent."

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen's grey eyes lock onto the mask of Miles and he seems rather unphased by the jokes. "You would not want to fight with me, nor I with you. It would be unpleasant for the both of us, though I do assure you, even if you would 'win' you'd lose more than you could dream." Stephen says with a hint of a twinkle in his eye.

    Then Peter appears in his more traditional spider-man get up. "Ah. I should have known you weren't far behind Spider-Man." Stephen says, a hint of calmness relaxes at the wizard's shoulders. "This place is fully furnished, but it's also upon one of the largets ley lines in the northern hemisphere, the rent is outrageous, and from what I hear of the other tennants, the land lord is rather garish." Stephen says, crossing his arms before his chest, the red cloak at his back flapping at the lower hem in some wind that only it is caught in.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
Pins and needles. With a grudge. That's how Miles would explain it. The nausea? Also not enjoyable. Twisting and squirming, Miles un-orients himself to be staring upward. Doc Strange woefully upside down. "Truth be told, I haven't enjoyed any fight yet." Kicking, kicking and coiling up for another mighty heave, Miles tests his newfound lqck of gravity by doing what? Slow, lazy front flips in place. "Hey, Spider-Man. Guy with the cape seems cool. Wordy. Seriously, this place is way fancy."

Languily rotating, Miles waves at Peter when he sees him. Then again when he seems him another time. And another. "I didn't throw up in my mask. That feels like a victory. Granted, I have NO idea what just happened but... wait, more than I could dream?" Miles folds arms over chest. Legs crossing. "You sure? Oh, hey. You guys know eachother? Cool, high school?"

Spider-Man has posed:
"You can't take me anywhere." Spidey says of his sudden arrival behind Miles from his perch upon a webline, arms laid on his thighs, now watching the sorcerer a little more closely. Nodding agreeably, "Renting anywhere in New York is like that, if we're being honest with ourselves. Studio apartment.." Tapping two fingers against the spider emblem on his chest, "Still barely making ends meet.."

Chatting casually with a magician in his parlor, this is absolutely the life. "So... magical anomoly breaches in space-time right in the heart of Brocklyn, amirite?" Back on task, that's Peter all the way. "The science behind that has to be pretty impressive.. like are we talking shifts distance between two fixed points or more of an infinite tether between them? Honestly, either one of them would be incredible from a purely scientific point of view, but..."

Motioning around with his fingers spreading out a little from his knees, "What gives? You just out fishing with your magical woodoo wormholes or is this a pleasant reunion situation we'll tell our kids about later?"

"I mean not OUR kids..." Motioning between himself and Stephen, "That's not how anatomy works.. anymore than this is how phsyics works... actually let's just forget that part."

Glancing to Miles with a little shrug, "He kidnapped a pregnant lady during an Earthquake." Thumbing towards Strange. "Jeez, how old do you think I AM?!" Because he just called Strange old.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "We've worked together a time or two." Stephen says in response to Miles' question about him and Parker being students together. "You could stop spinning." Stephen says towards Miles before he can't take the motion any more and suddenly, Miles is transfered over to Peter's webline so they can both be spidermen on the same web.

    Stephen's eyes look back to Parker in his red and blues, "Thank you Spider-Man, men, I know how anatomy and biology work. I am a doctor afterall." Stephen says with a few blinks before he doubles back on Parker's words, "If there is a worm hole above the sanctum, then it is not from me, I have been under attack lately, so it could likely be a tunnel left by my foes." Stephen muses to himself.

    He turns away from the web warriors and lifts his hand to his goatee and strokes at it as he paces further around the pedestal in the center of the room with a now orbiting sorcerer.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
"Full time student. The crushing weight of adulthood hasn't stabbed me in the back yet." Miles chimes in agreeably. For a guy who just teleported for the first time to the Sorcerer Supreme's abode? He's taking it rather well. "Financially." He adds. Someone is doing his level best to appear accepting of this oddity. Keepittogether.

"It's a lifestyle choice." Miles retorts matter-of-factly on the matter of his slow motion flips. Moving again, Miles flails wildly to try and orient himself against the direction Strange pushes. No say in the matter, Miles lets the good Doctor deposit him on the webline. Crouched there, he takes out his cellphone to text... But quickly returns the phone so as not to be rude. "Not gonna lie, that was weird. One second swinging along, next second I'm going hyperspeed. Just happy I ended up here and not in Red Hook." A brow arches under the mask and Miles hops up to the ceiling. Clinging up there while he looks over the famed Sanctum.

"What? I meant experienced. Not old. Experienced." Miles says while lifting a finger before pointing it at Strange. "Are you really a doctor? I thought that was an honorary title. Like Dr. Doom. Wait... is he a real doctor too? How is that the weird thing to me?"

Spider-Man has posed:
"Okay..." Peter murmurs to himself, at once watching Miles spin slowly and then deposit upon the thin webbed line. It's kind of a definitive thing in and of itself, isn't it? All these lines? Red, blue, webbed, Ley? "Are all lines thin? Is that their thing?" He flips a hand in the air in an up choppy motion.

"What kind of enemies does a magician even have? Hold on... before we continue though.." Because that is a perfectly acceptable line upon which to redict his line of questioning... jeez another line? "What do I call you? Like... I'm thinking maybe Doc.. Docsta... nah.. what about Strange. Can I just call you Strange?" That's a long wait for a laugh don't come, Peter.

Worth it.

"Are you a magician? Is it more a wizard situation... Sorcerer seems kind of misrepresenative of the whole Sanctum set up. I always wonder about that kind of stuff." Glancing up at Miles, then back down at the pacing Strange, "Like does Doctor Doom call his thinking chamber a clinic? And does he take patients? Probably not, right?"

Doctor Strange has posed:
    "Yes, mine and doom's doctorates are legitimate, and we both do expect to be titled as such." Stephen says, answering both wall crawlers at the same time. He continues to pace beneath the webline and in a circle around the two. "I am not a magician, sleight of hand and card tricks are rather, mundane compared to what you just went through, isn't it?" Stephen asks rhetorically before he clasps his hands before his chest and then spreads them out, upwards, a matrix of green light appearing above his hands as he aims the spell upwards towards the ceiling. Not at either webhead.

    "Ah, there is a hole up there. Curious." Stephen notes as he then takes a hand and reaches up and through his spell towards the break in reality far above their heads and he then pulls it down and into the room with them, in his fist. "A simple enough fix though it seems you both stumbled into a spell left over by Loki likely, or maybe the Shadow King." Stephen hmphs and with a squeeze of his fist the rutpure is destroyed.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
"Dragons. Other wizards. The IRS. Oh! Vampires." Kid Arachnid, walking on the ceiling now in his untied Pumas, points out the dangers of wizarding for Peter. Helpful young man that he is! "He's wearing a cape at home. Unironically. Not thaaaaat Strange." A stifled laugh and again that phone comes out, he chuckles to himself at a text before he points it at the good Doctor. "Gonna agree with him there. I still feel floaty. Not like I just got asked to the prom floaty but more like weirdly adjusting to earths geavity again. It was very Sorcerer and no so Magician. The cape though." A hand wobble from Miles before he crawls down the wall to look at a portrait that he'd later swear looked back at him.

"A hole? Space hole or magic hole? Huh. Never thought I'd have to ask for that kind of clarification." Attention shifting from the decorations of the Sanctum, Miles puts his back to the wall. Feet planted flat. A nice perching spot found to watch Stephen do his work. Oh so very curious. "Loki? The Asgardian? I went through a Loki Hole?!"

Spider-Man has posed:
"Yeah, all of that stuff." Peter says unto Miles above him pacing on the roof, while the Good Doctor paces beneath him on the floor. Peter: The thin webbed line between them. Huh.. Focus up, important information is inbound, "So you're telling me that some ancient, prior to now assumed mythical, God of Mischief is just tossing out portals willy nilly with no care in the world for what kind of magical weirdness might transpire?"

When he puts it like that... Pete nods his head once, definitively.

"Okay, that actually makes a lot of sense." Looking down to Strange, "You know you never said what to call you, right? Kind of opening the door to all sorts of really wacky nicknames when you don't clarify your desired address in webbed company.." Motioning between himself and Miles, "Not that it'll matter one spit.. In my head, you'll always be Strange.."

Both his hands return to his knees, arms laid up along his thighs while the Doctor pulls magic out of other magic... Peter watches with one eye squint and the other going a little wider. "... you know you never expect to see something like that? Like I was just doing homework thirty minutes ago and now Strange- I warned you bud -is wipping up a field of green lattice work into space and reaching through pulling what the hell over out of his infinite bag of holding."

Glancing up, then down, "Okay so I played a little dungeons and dragons when I was younger. It was a different time, okay? We only had fiberoptic internet back then... videogame pings were in the double digits.." Both palms out, waving out to his sides, "You kids will never understand the hardships of six minute download speeds on thirty gig games."

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen looks back towards Miles, "I'm not certain of the source, but Loki is the latest to challenge me and my work." Strange says with an eyebrow up towards Peter. "As long as you say Doctor first, Strange is then the typical follow up indentifier." Stephen notes as he lifts his hand back to the sky to continue to look through the atmosphere above the sanctum for further breaches and breaks in reality that might allow more wall crawlers into his sanctum.

    "I'll be sure to let Loki know he has your approval to keep doing what he's doing. I do hope you'll be ready and able to survive the malestrom he kicks up when he's going about doing what ever it is he plans on doing." The wizard says with a look over towards Miles, "Please don't aggitate the paintings, they get fussy around bed time if you do."

Kid Arachnid has posed:
When he puts it like that? Miles nods in agreement, a kurt and decisive nod. Chaos God? Well, that certainly puts things in an easy to grasp package. From his leaning spot high up the wall, Miles watches the good Doctor work his mojo. Eyes wide. Mouth open. Impressed. Then he snap-points a gloved hand. "Strange, Esquire. Esqweird? Ahhhhhh, I got nothin'. The quipy thing is not as easy as he makes it sound." Miles gestures with a thumb jabbed toward Spidey. A chuckle under his breath at the 'always going to be strange' bit. He clears his throat with a soft cough behind a loose fist. Regaining composure and putting on his serious mask.

"Challenge your work? No lie, that sounds a little badass. Doctor." A little scoot away from the painting after the warning recieved, Miles gives it some wary side eye before continuing on as if he hadn't just been told the paintings have a bed time. Which is what he took away from that. "Noooooo, no, no, no. Can we not? Is there a Sorcerer Supreme charity that I can have my parents donate to? I'd like to not do that again. Wait, wait, hold up. Why'd you kidnap a pregnant lady?!"

Spider-Man has posed:
"Whoa whoa, let's not be so hasty huh?" Peter pats the air defensively, "I didn't say I agreed, I said I wasn't surprised. If it walks like a, until now thought mythical, God of mischief and quakes like a, until now thought mythical, God of mischief..." Motioning around at the fact he's kneeling on a webline in the Sanctum of Doctor Strange with his young friend walking upon the roof after both of them were teleported through a wormhole in Brocklyn. "Guess what Imma say?"

Spidey settles, actually sitting down upon the webline as if it's a few feet wider than it actually is, and looks every bit as at ease about it despite it being a few inches wide at best. "So on a scale from one to Mordor - how much trouble is this business with Loki and or Shadow King? I'm guessing sans my Patronus I can't really do much to help... but color me curious." Tapping at the side of his masked brow, "I'm more of a meat and potatoes guy, if I'm being honest, but I don't mind a little bit of a mystic pizza here and again. Ya know what I'm sayin'? Am I being vague with my popculture references?"

Glancing up at Miles, Pete grimaces behind his mask, ".. I mean I might have exagerated the kidnapped pregnant lady thing a little bit..." Holding up his thumb and forefinger, barely apart. "But really... It feels to me that magic is like ninty percent kidnapping." Given their current state.

and they laughed and they laughed.

Doctor Strange has posed:
    Stephen turns towards Miles and points towards the door and looks over his shoulder at Peter and makes a motion for the OG Spiderman to follow along as well. "One, I'm not a lawyer, I'm a doctor, and two, I didn't kidnap a pregnant lady, I sent her to a hospital after she got in a wreck during that earthquake incident. That was a bad time all around."

    Stephen furrows his brow at Parker and then shakes his head, "If you need an arbitrary rating for the level of fear you need, it's not zero, and it's above Mordor. I'd say welcome to the desert, of the real." Stephen replies and suddenly, they're all at the front door and a hand finds Miles and Peter's shoulders as they end up outside, "Good day spider-men. Here's some money for your ubers." Stephen says, giving each a handful of rubles.