8620/Along Came Another Spider

Along Came Another Spider
Date of Scene:	01 August 2019
Location:	Gotham rooftop
Synopsis:	Silk and Kid Arachnid cross paths and nobody dies. Bonus!
Cast of Characters:	Silk, Kid Arachnid

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Silk has posed:
    Gotham is a bit more dank and dreary and less lively than New York - seeming to fit Cindy's mood as of late. She's poised at the top of a building, unable to stay indoors because of the way it makes her skin crawl. The foil wrapper around a street hot dog has been hastily shoved into the hoodie pocket in front of her while she perches on the edge of a building. The twin lines from ear buds trail out from beneath hood and dark black hair as she bobs her head to some music that is pipping through the lines attached to a phone in the pocket opposite the wrapper.

    A finger shoves the rest of the hot dog into her mouth as she slowly chews through what is left. That same finger wipes at ketchup at the corner of her lips, nearly getting it all but some still marks her olive skin - unbeknownst to her.

    Her tennis shoes thump the wall periodically in time to the music as the old brick is just worn down a little more by her presence. The life below her continues on and all around her her senses are trying to overwhelm her by the sheer mass of people that exist. Just merely existing bothers Cindy. Music helps.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
Gotham is not exactly what his folks had in mind when Miles said he was going to do a round of interviews here and there. He's put a resume in for internships at the big four and so far, Wayne was the only response. Not a luxurious office job, not by a long shot. Unpaid and with a brutal commute, he wasn't looking forward to the posibility of a Gotham run every day but the future waits for no man.

Far below Cindy, Miles rounds the corner to hip check the cross walk button. Both hands on his phone, tapping away. 'In Gotham if anybody wants to swing. - KA'. Firing a text out into the ether of the 'Spider-Web', Miles upnods a passerby after brief eye contact. One bud in the left ear, his tie pulled loose and collar unbuttoned. A slim pastel blue suit and salmon tie combo. White shirt. Beats the usual black on black that he seen in the lobby waiting for his interview.

Gotham. Dreary, dark and dangerous. Lousy with bats. Miles adjusts the kevlar backpack slung across his shoulder with a rattle of metal cans and who knows what else. Eyes set on urban beautification, Miles crosses the street and ducks into an alleyway. Above? Cindy. Below? Miles shedding layers so he can hit the sky line in spandex style. Yes, he wore the suit under the suit and tie. Seemed reasonable.

Silk has posed:
    The constant buzz around her makes for typical headaches and grouchiness that the recently released Cindy is working through day by day. She taps her foot back as some Tegan and Sara song fires up. "No matter which way you go," she starts to sing and sway a bit. The song blares, drowning out her attention on her senses when there is a brighter feeling below her. It makes her feet tingle and she straightens her legs out. Her feet flex and she parts her legs to look down below to try to find what is setting her off.

    "Not again.." she breathes, thought the brightest beacon in her senses is far off. Really far off and with someone else. Her brows furrow and she pushes up quickly to her feet on that ledge. Walking along it she begins to run and zipping up her pocket secures the phone which buzzed with a text she had yet to check.

    Moving. She focuses in on that sensation that as the hairs standing up on her skin. Her right hand extends forward suddenly and as she leaps from the edge of the building a FWIP of a web shoots out to hit the opposite building, hooding flying bakc away from her face as she grips it and pulls up, angling her into the sky.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
Hopping on one foot, Mile sheds his black Sambas in the dark and gritty alleyway. People passing by on the street don't even look down his way, almost as if the citizens of Gotham were programmed to avoid looking too long into shadows. Go figure. Balling up his clothes, he tosses them with a quick web splat to adhere them to the underside of a fire escape. Hoodie taken out of the backpack, he slips it on and hoists the heavy bag onto a shoulder.

"Couple-few hours, let's make it flashy."

Cricking his neck to the side while stepping back into his indoor soccer kicks, Miles shakes out the tension in his limbs and... "What the heck?" A feeling like ants on the back of his brain. Not the urgent blaring of danger but something else? Miles' Spider-Sense is some next level stuff. He's still working out the kinks. Maybe it was leftover anxiety from the interview? He shakes his head and dismisses it. He needs to stop doing that.

"Aaaaaand UP!" Thwip! A quick web shot and tug sends Miles upward. Running low on web carts, he sticks to the basics. Bouncing wall to wall, sprinting and dashing up the walls. Looking up, he catches sight of Silk zipping past the roofs edge and shouts. "Hey! Wait up!" A hearty push of his legs and Miles rockets upward to crest the skyline. That free fall feeling. So cool.

Silk has posed:
    Earbuds means the verbal call is utterly missed but Cindy catches his reflection in the building next to her when he crests the skyline and her senses suddenly spring to life as she has visual. She's learning as well. The bunker shielded her senses from the moment of conception until now.

    She nearly misses her next line throw and its not from any cartridge - it comes straight from her fingers as she twists mid air and sails backwards so she can look down at him and then /AT/ him as she naturally dips.

    She twists free and does a quick tuck, landing against the side of the next building as she hangs there with her head towards the ground. Her neck cranes and the line for her earbuds sweings out below her dark hair and chin. "Another one?!" It's not Peter - this she knows. A brow arches and Cindy turns and pulls herself up atop the building and stands there, tilting her head in consideration before a mischevious smile slowly crosses her features.

    She tilts her head as if in invitation and then is turning, sprinting across the rooft top with her arms pumping. She jumps over the side and throws out a line, swinging outward and up to pull herself to the the next building, higher up and towards a structure water tower.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
There's that lingering moment when he hangs in the air at the apex of a super strength fueled leap. Everything just slows down. Air smells better. The lights look brighter. He just feels more alive than any day spent with both feet on the ground. Arms spread wide, knees drawn up. Hoodie hovering loose. Phone lazily flipping through the air beside his head. Woops!

"Whoa. How'd she-?!"

The webs from the fingers absolutely blows his mind. The way she twists in mid air, impossible for anybody else with bones and human limbs. For these arachnid sorts? Instinct. There's a lingering split second when they're both looking at eachother. Miles in his tar black skin tights with the crimson accents. Mets hoodie. God, he's a Mets fan. Gross. Another? He mouths the word behind his mask, quizical expression on his face.

Then it's on. Like that. He landed on the edge of the roof for all of a split second before he caught that smile. "Oh, it's like that?" It's infectious. A smirk creeps to his lips and BOOM. It's action. With a wide arch, Miles sweeps his backpack off and flings it forward at the now retreating Silk. Lunging forward, he grabs the bag in mid flight and web zips forward. Speed. He needs speed to catch her.

"Damn, she's fast!"

Swinging wide, he uses a row of office windows as a running path before launching off the edge toward the next building. Creating a course in his head. Calculating his swings ahead of time.

Silk has posed:
    That returned smirk is something that lights the fire inside Cindy and the thrill drives itself along her spine like instinct. A laugh leaves her and Cindy, not yet fully known as Silk swings through the air with the far more resourceful Miles. His chosen antics are noted at times when she gets a look back and the beat in her headphones is timed quickly to her racing heart. Adrenaline fuels the sudden verve that brightens her expression and she lets out a laugh again as her next web wraps around a flag pole, allowing her to launch forward, around with her feet hanging out before her while she inverts. She lets loose at the crest so she is coming back at him.

    Back at him and then over top him with a forward tuck roll that ends with another web slung out at a tall skyscraper that wings her back around going perpendicular from their previous path. Black hair whips about her face as Imagine Dragons begins to feed in to her entertainment. A breath is drawn and she grins from ear to ear.

    Then comes the focus as she lands aside a building and begins to run along the edge, jumping from crenellation to crenellation of the more gothic type architecture. Hop, jump, leap, hop, jump leap until she comes to a sudden stop on the last and turns about. Standing there. Waiting.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
Adrenaline surges with the thrill of a chase. It builds a war drum pulse in his chest that he can hear over Mos Def muttering in his ear. It's not often that someone actually gives him a run for his money. Granted, he's only been doing this a couple weeks now but still. It's exciting. New. "Hey, you know this is dangerous, right?!" He shouts back after her while landing in her wake. Pivot on heel, he tosses his bag aside and webs it to the maintenance shack roofside. He's getting better at this. Practice makes perfect, right?

Sneakers scratch and protest against brick as Miles sprints forward at break neck speeds. Leaving the edge of a perfectly good roof just as Cindy is careening back in his direction. Web lines fire off rapid, left then right. He jerks himself from her path, twisting almost painfully between web zips. Pulling himself back into the path and trying to regain speed. It's not easy. How does she make it look so easy?!

"I might need a tetnus shot just from looking at this city! Does our health plan cover that? We have a health plan, right?" Calling out behind her, Miles hits the side of the building behind her and starts a mad dash -up- the windows. He twists at the mid section, palms the edge of the roof as he crests it and hurdles. Rooftop gravel crunches under foot as he leaps. Hitting her landing points one by one by two by two until...

"Whoa! Whoa! Warning! No warn-" On a crash course directly for Silk, Miles changes course and sloppily corkscrews past her. Right off the side of the roof. Turning in mid air, he extends his wrists to web the eaves and... pffft.

Empty.

"Oh. Oh no."

Silk has posed:
    An earbud has betrayed her and soon the other follows in her crazy motions and swinging antics. This means she catches some of what he says and it gives her pause. "Peter?" He likely can not hear her but she is watching him as he redirects for her. For a moment she stares at him, something crossing her face as that witty retort from him about health plans has her second guessing. She starts to look angry but then something causes her head to shake as he leaps past her. No..no... she ticks her head away as he finds himself empty of web and she stares in the general direction of New York.

    "Not Peter." That decision is likely what saves Miles and a rough landing as Cindy swan dives gracefully after him and thrusts her right hand out to grab for him. The other angles back and a line shoots back at the overhang of the building, anchoring her. Dark eyes still hold that edge of anger in them as she makes sure her grip is firm - on whatever part she manages to grab of him.

    "Got you." Its said with a definitive calm to it as she swings them and slingshots them towards another building. "Grab hold please!" She says and tries to get him to reciprocate the grapple so that she can use her other hand. If not they are going to go careening at a building and likely right into it.

    If he manages to get a hold she slings out another string just before they smack into the side and is pulling them towards a lower roof top, releasing them both so they will end up in a pile of limbs if they they both don't untangle and land.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
Oh, to have spider hearing. Miles Morales has been doing his homework. Truths that Parker slipped in their first meeting having lead him on one Hell of an investigation that ended with a list of crossed out names and two circled. One was Peter. The other? Flash. Not hearing Silk in favor of the sudden screaming horror in his head. New York at his back, Gotham far below... he hangs in the air. Life flashing before his eyes.

Plummeting to certain death, Miles spreads his limbs wide to slow the fall. He heard that cats do this. Maybe he won't die. He didn't remember closing his eyes but when they opend to Silk diving after him like a slender lawn dart. Relief but something else under it all that he doesn't have time to think about before she had a handful of his costume just below the shoulder. Grabbing her forearm almost -too- tight, jaw set and wind roaring in his ears, he meets those angry eyes. "Don't drop meeeee!"

Slingshot, Miles pulls himself upward to latch a hand onto her shoulder as they tumble through the air. "Don't have to tell me twice!" He shouts back before they change directions just before impact. His foot hits glass and steel, pushing off as she aims for a low roof landing point.

Untangle? Yeah, no. Miles holds on for dear life. Clinging power. Immense strength. Adrenaline. Speed. All coming together for an awkward, painful tumble across a tar and granite gravel topped roof. Next thing he knows, he's on his back. Bruised. Battered. Alive. Breathing like he just ran a marathon from a tiger. "Wh...wha... what a night, huh? Whew. Nice catch. Ow. Is that your knee or my knee? How many knees do we have?"

Silk has posed:
    When he doesn't let go Cindy's eyes fly wide. She can't take the impact like she wants to, can't roll out of it and to her feet so she ends up skidding along the rooftop with a spider something cling to her. Not Peter. Nope. The voice is differnt and its almost as if he doesn't know what he's doing. Her hip gets a bit of roof rash as they slam, slide, tumble, spin, become utterly entangled to the point even her earbuds have wrapped their cording around his arm.

    Wincing and letting out a breath that she nearly forgot to draw into her lungs after impact and Cindy is trying to untangle herself. It really is a mess with her dark hair over her face and Miles all akimbo beneath her. That knee?

    Yeah that's her's!

    It pinches the inside thigh meat as she drives herself up only to find the earbuds have once more betrayed her and is yanked back down quickly as the cord catches against the zipper in her hoodie. Knee back to thigh and Cindy oomphing against his chest.

    "Last I checked most bipedal spiders have two, so together that would make four just in case you can not math," she quips at him and brushes dark hair back from her face. Well this close she's going to figure out who this guy is.

    Her hand quickly reaches out and shoots webbing to try to get one of his arms to stick ot the roof beneath him - but gravel. Letting her weight go onto his chest her other hand is rising up to try to drag his mask off.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
Definitely not Peter. The coloring of the costume is one thing, sure... but it's the build. Leaner. Less broad shouldered. Then there's his movements. Far less polished. A disconnect somewhere between thought and action. He's still second guessing himself.

There's a lingering moment where nothing is said. Just breathing. That's when the pain sneaks in. Muted and brief as it may be, the sting of roof rash is unmistakable. The burn of every breath with cracked ribs.

"You smell nice." Did he say that out loud? "Did I say that out loud?" He winces then. The pain of his own dumbness exceeding any injury. No, no. That's her knee. "Hey, could you-?" She tries to get up and Miles tries to squirm out from under her. No purchase found on gravel, his feet push futilly. Wire around his wrist and forearm, he pulls but... nope. Didn't work.

He's still breathing heavily. Something has his senses keyed up to eleven. He's become painfully aware of the tears in his not so cheap duds. "Definitely your knee then. Not that I'm complaining." A brow arches. "I mean, I am but I'm-WHOA!"

Forearm webbed, he looks to the offending webbing quicky. Betrayal! Twisting hard, he cranes his neck sharply to try and avoid the grip at his mask. Pulled half up, his still free yet very webbed hand bolting upward to grab at her forearm as he bucks upward to try and shift her weight. "Not cool! Time out! Against the rules!" Even his voice is different. A smooth baritone with a Brooklyn and faint Spanish accent.

Silk has posed:
    "I smell like several days without a shower and like Gotham itself..but yes, you did say that," Cindy says and those features, definitively asian are narrowing futher as her dark eyes catch sight of part of him once the mask is half pulled off. "Fair?!" She says and tears the cord of her earbuds out and lets them rest tangled about his arm as he seizes and then tries to unseat her. As he tosses her slightly to the side, Cindy grunts and winces, landing on that red and lightly bleeding skin. She hisses out a breath and tries to grapple him back.

    "You have seen my face and yet ...you are not Peter," she says and lets out a breath, releasing him as she lets some of her anger fade. "Who /are/ you?" She asks, lifting up the side of her hoodie to look at the side of her stomach all wrecked and scraped up from their landing.

    Something along her senses causes her to linger, causes her to study him at length even as she wrenches her arm free of his grip. She climbs slowly to her feet. "You should have let go...now look at this..." she winces as she drags her hand over the road rash on the side of her hip and torso. Music is playing from her pocket, the earbuds out means that Bastille is mutedly playing.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
"That says more about me than I'd have liked." Miles retorts flatly. Mask half up, the scruff of a beards beginings and the fact that he's decidedly not a white guy? Yeah. Definitely a new spider in the web. "Yeah! Fair! Wearing a -huhn- mask for a-" Pushing her to the side, he gets a foot planted to help with leverage but she's pushing right back. Gravel biting sharply into his shoulders and back.

"Not Peter? Oh that makes sense! Why didn't I see that?!" It all clicks. The theory that Flash Thompson and Peter Parker were in cahoots is dashed. Miles knows a secret. The insufferable, punchably smug smile on his face absolutely explodes in cheer and victory. "Miles." He says and just... gives in. No more fight, he lets go of her forearm when she tugs it away. Fingers spread, palms out defense. And he's laughing. Oh, he's laughing. Sitting up slow and pained, his amusement forced down to a chuckle before he starts to untangle her earphones from his right arm. "Hey, look. I'm sorry, alright? I panicked and... hey. Thanks."

Winding up the cord, he offers it back in an upturned palm. Glove shredded. Injuries? Already healing. "Here. I owe you, I think. Probably saved my ass back there, you know?"

Silk has posed:
    Cindy is giving him a side long glance, "You act just like him...I mean the him I remember. Not the him now," Cindy intones and lowers her hands down to push her sweatshirt into place and hide the wound that is healing as well. It still stings and she winces some as the cloth brushes against the raw flesh.

    She gives the earbuds a look and looking like she might give him room, she fills the slight zing along her shoulders and neck as she reaches out towards him. Adrenaline is fading quickly and she can not help but hesitate. "You too it seems," she says and draws them back, tucking them away.

    "I mean anyone would save you..well unless they would not but I am not one of the would nots."

    Pause

    "Cindy," she offers and drags her fingers through her chin length dark hair. "What are you doing in Gotham?" A brow arches and she can not help the slight brush of her foot upon the ground. The idle unease.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
"People keep saying that and at this point, I'm afraid to ask if it's a good or bad thing." Miles says with a bemused smirk. He leaves the mask as is, no sense in hiding now, right? Brows furrow, he considers her words but doesn't push the issue of past and present Peter.

Headphones taken back, he plants the now empty palm on an upturned knee. Fingers drum. Watching her, perhaps a little too closely, Miles hesitates to get back on his feet. "Well, lucky me. I'll still owe you one. Or three. That was amazing, by the way. Face first? Dove right at me."

With a grunt, mostly from stiffness of rapid healing, he gets to his feet and claps dust off his thighs and... "Oh maaaaaan. Tore off a butt cheek." A heavy, defeated sigh and Miles just accepts it as the price of doing business in Gotham. Light, easy smile and he returns attention to Cindy. "Miles. But I already said that." A soft chuckle and he offers a nonchallant shrug. "Interview. Internship at Wayne. Probably didn't get it but it's a foot in the door." An upnod after a brief pause. "I thought we were all in New York."

Silk has posed:
    "Do they?" Cindy looks interested in that information that is offered about him being like Peter. "Well you do..a lot actually," she intones and then tilts her head a bit, her gaze searching him a moment. "It was what it was," she intones and frowns a moment, her hand coming up to drag through her hair as she shrugs her shoulders. "Instinct. Fearless?" THere is a faint up tick of a smile, something that warms her expression.

    "Well you were a good cushion," she quips. There is some humor there despite her wariness. "We all..." her voice trails off and he can see how her expression quickly changes to something of pain and then anger that she tries to mask by turning her head away.

    "We /were/." She remarks and rolls her shoulders back. "Not sure I am going back, probably for the best. Gotham seems like it needs help." She wets her lips and then lifts her hands up and pauses before casting that dark gaze upon him. "Take your mask off?" She suggests, though not taking the initiative to try to rip it off this time

    Not right away but soon she is stepping forward to help him. Impatient is she. Fingers fan out as she tries to curl her fingers about the bottom of his mask.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
"Yeah?" He can't help but relish the statement as a compliment. He idolizes the man. He's tagged murals of spidey battles all over Brooklyn and Queens. He takes it for all he can. Sappy, stupid smile on his face and all. Taking off his shredded gloves, Miles chuckles softly and gives a nod of acceptance. "Fearless. Definitely fearless. Way cool."

"You weren't a bad... cushion either? Ugh. C'mon, Miles." A roll of dark eyes and he shakes his head, unable to believe himself and the babble that's just flowing out of his face. He feels... energized. Weird. Taking a step closer when she puts up the strong front to hide a hurt. "Hey. Hey. Something I said?"

"You're not wrong. Gotham is always in the news. This city is nuts. Could use some webs and style around here, right?" That smile of his creeps wide. Reasssuring. Brilliant and sunny. Effortless as it is genuine. When asked to take his mask off? He lingers for a long few seconds.

"Alright." He says while hooking thumbs under the rolled athletic fabric. Sweat wicking being all the rage in humidty plagued Gotham summer. Taking in a deep breath, he lets it out in a sigh of forced chill. Slowly he pushes it up. He pauses. Suddenly worried and somehow urged onward. With her help, the mask comes off. His hair springs to life. Big, brown eyes unsure as it gets.

"Hi. My name is Miles and I'm a super hero."

Silk has posed:
    Way cool. Something she understands and moments before Cindy clams up there is a smile that just be her. "Way cool," she echos back like Eleven does on Stranger Things. She quickly moves through the emotions, but her face is like a book in that her dark eyes are still stormy. She lifts her hand to ward him off in regards to her reaction.

    His smile washes over her and Cindy for a moment arches a brow, basking in its effects before part of her cool exterior starts to melt away. Her foot pushes down against the ground, a scuff and crackle of gravel.

    A breath is drawn when he starts to lift it and her hands are there, urging it the rest of the way with no sense of personal space. She's sweaty too but seems to be taking it better than him - she of course does not have a face hugging mask. His hair. She blinks and then looks up at it and then him as her smile crooks again, a bit lopsided so it dimples one cheek.

    "Hi Miles." She says and tilts her head, hands falling away from his mask. "I am Cindy and I just recently was let out of a bunker by one Spiderman." She draws a breath, nose wrinkling a little as another zing travels up her spine. A curious look crosses her face and she chews at her lip, digging her teeth into the bottom curve.

    "Welcome to Gotham."

Kid Arachnid has posed:
"Almost too cool. You might want to be careful, Killer Frost has an amazing lawyer." The play of chaotic emotions on her features worries Miles but it's not going to last. There's so much happening! Sure, they're standing still. No acrobatics. No webs. No fighting aliens. Still, why does he feel so... so light and awake? Must be that new city, new person vibe, right? Riiiiiiight.

His breath catches at the touch. Swallowing his worry and the lump in his throat, his thoughts run rampant on high speed. Mask off and he gets a smile? A smile! Miles can't help it, his own grin going toothy and brilliant. Pretty straight for a guy that's intent on being punched in the head by super villains for a hobby. "Wow." Blink! Miles clears his throat exhaggeratedly behind a loose fist. "Sorry. The mask and this hair are -not- friends yet."

Mask held in both hands between them, he looks down at the black fabric. The red webbing. The white eyes. It's still a lot to take in. He's a Spider-Guy. Cue slow blink and surprised head shake. Concern floods his features. Brows furrow as he pouts that bottom lip out in a stern frown. "What were you doing in a bunker? Can... can I ask that?" Bare hand, wiped on his thigh first to dry that clammy feel before he brazenly reaches for her right hand. "Wait, which Spider-Man? There's like fifteen of us now, I think."

Silk has posed:
    "Killer Frost," Cindy has heard that name but a brow arches upwards in confusion. Wetting her lisp she sucks in a breath and tries to focus but something is there. The hair on her arms rises upwards as he continues to speak and the topic of his hair is elaborated on. "I can see that, how /does/ it all fit in there?" She asks with a tick of her fingers up through her own hair. It's rather straight but still thick. "Think I might skip the whole mask thiung aned go for mouth covering only." She makes a general motion towards her face in an attempt to mime where.

    Frowning, she is about to tell him when suddenly her hand is taken up and that zing travels from point of contact up along her upper half. Eyes briefly widen and she is not exactly pulling away but tense all the same.

    "Peter...Peter found me and let me out. I think ..yes nearly a decade beneath the earth to hide me from Morlun. Now that I am out? Maybe he is dead...maybe I am safe but if not? I am sure he will show up at some point and best to be here and not a distraction," she says.

    She glances down between them at their held hands for a brief second before her attention quickly returns to him. "Fifteen? That does not seem right."

Kid Arachnid has posed:
"Yeah, I seen her on this Flash video. I swear, I'm not a cape chaser. My friend, he knows entirely too... ermmm... Yeah, nevermind that." Miles covers up his babbling with, well. More babbling. It seemed a fine idea at the time. He laughs, the humor catching in his eye. Wearing his heart firmly on sleeve. "I honestly think my hair hiding in this mask is an undiscovered super power. The wall running and invisibility is great and all but, you see?" Asking with a light, easy smile as he points to the wildly shaped mask hair he's got going on. Flat on two sides. "I think that'd be righteous. Like the old school bank robbers and vigilantes from the classic vids."

That spark. That zing. The trill of something he can't label. Confusion knits his brows, scrunches his nose briefly. Her tension is what gets Miles drawing his hand back and muttering an apollogy.

"Ten years? Oh my god." Anger seeps past the warmth and perpetual kindness that seems to haunt his eyes. One eyebrow expressively arched high. "You find that maniac? Every single web head on the East Coast has your back." A beat and the return of a smile. Miles reluctantly looking away and licking suddenly dry lips. "Yeah, probably only half of that but it's been a long week so who knows, right?"

Silk has posed:
    "Wait, you can ..you have invisibility?" Cindy is obviously amazed despite the babbling or maybe she just does not notice. She is staring at him however and considering. She looks like she is about to ask to see when he draws his hand back. It caues her quickly to draw her own back and scuff a half step back as well, "Sorry." She says and rubs her other hand over the one which had contact.

    "We will see, I told Peter he should have left me. Might have been better. But supposedly Morlun wants the spiders..or me or something I do not know. They feed off the powers, like vampires." She explains as she finally stops rubbing her hand upon her other.

    They moves back to her sides but now that they are noted she can not seem to find the right spot for them so tries to shove them into her pockets. The one side is partially zipped and so she is stopped from reaching in.

    She futzes with the zipper and then finally gives up with a sigh.

    "So you are new then? I have no seen you on the new...." she arches a brow, keeping that distance despite that strange vibe. "Miles..whats your super hero name?"

Kid Arachnid has posed:
"Hold up, you don't?" Absolutely caught off guard, Miles had assumed everybody in webs came with the same package. Now that he considers it, her finger webs... It dawns on him visibly. Eyes widen, jaw slackening. Oooooh craaaaap. When Silk falls back that step, Miles considers reclaiming it. "Hey, whoa. All me. My mistake. You tensed up and I thought..."

Quick to the defense, Miles can't help himself. He sees pain, he feels urged to make it stop. Probably why he's in spandex on a Gotham rooftop at night. "Nope. Not an option. You don't belong in a bunker. You need to be out -here-. You can't web swing in a concrete cave, right? Or... or was it, like super huge?" Another slow blink after another curve ball. "Vampires? Are real? Yeah, I'm not sure if I wanted to know that, Cindy."

Her fidgeting is making Miles fidget. Shifting his weight. Cracking his knuckles. Once he pin points it, he takes that brazen step toward her. Closing the distance and offering a non-threatening handshake. Harmless, right? "Two weeks. I'm, uh... still working on that but Kid Arachnid? So far? The naming thing is SO hard! Nobody talks about how crazy hard that is!"

Silk has posed:
    "No, no I do not," Cindy quickly confirms for him, "But I have noticed you have finite webbing," she intones. Her hand lifts and when the light bulb goes off she wiggles her fingers and spins between her hands. The webbing she makes she weaves into a mask and slowly reaches up to hook it around her ears beneath her hair and finally settles it around her mouth. A webbing mask.
    Her smile is there, just shielded from view for a moment before she smooths her fingers over the front. "It was big enough...had a gym and all. But I was alone. Just a little strange and learning how to dampen everything I feel. I feel everything from all around. The city is a bit. Well overwhelming at times."

    She starts to lean away when he gets closer and the crackle of the gravel sounds before she holds her ground. The hand extended is given a side eye before she reaches her hand out to firmly take his own. "Uhhh Silk," she offers him and then smirks a bit. "So..uhhhh where do I get a costume?"

    Peter found her and didn't help her out? She keeps hold of his hand. "I am sorry. I ..." she shakes her head and starts to withdraw her hand, the web mask moving as she uses her hand to lift and remove one side of the silk mask. "It is so hot out here. So when do you head back?"

Kid Arachnid has posed:
"That's wild. Huh. Yeah, just the other night. Boop. Invisible. Haven't really tested it out, mostly just quietly promising myself that I'm not going to be a weirdo about it." A light, barely audible laugh leaves him. Free hand rising to itch at the back of his neck. Head tilting to one side as he watches her weave that mask out of thin air and webbing. Clearly impressed. Miles and poker face don't go in the same sentence. "Yeah, I'm sticking to it. That's iconic. Awesome."

Brows knit close together, furrowed with worry. "I'm really sorry you had to go through that, Cindy. Good thing is you're out and I hear Gotham has great pizza. Not better than Lou's on 125th but who is?"

His hand claps lightly to hers before he gives a firm but clearly restrained grip. That power is a scary thing and these Spider Folk have it in spades. That ready smile burning bright all over again. "Silk. Got me beat. My name sucks." Looking down between them, the frayed wear holes in the fabric of his Spider Onesie. Tbe roof did a number on them alright. "Yeah, I ordered mine." Dark brown eyes zip back up to hers. A hint of self satisfaction in his tone. "Ordered it from an electronics store. Used their computer. Basically just black athletic stretchy fabric. The details I did myself. Took Home Economics last year. I'm pretty good." An upnod after a beat. "Ghost Spider has a hook up on tougher stuff. Haven't gotten it yet. Not sure how I'll look in pink and white."

When she goes to take her hand back, that's when Miles realizes he's still got it. He coughs an appology with a faintly embarassed smile. "Don't worry about it." Looking back toward the light of New York across the Gotham skyline, Miles sucks his teeth and shrugs. "Tonight, I guess. Or tomorrow. I'm uh... between things. Kind of doing this whole unemployed student thing. Got a lot of eggs in that basket. You, uh... you live here?"

Silk has posed:
    "Invisible," she mouths and stares at him as her gaze lingers and then she mmmms thoughfully with great amusement and amazement. Toe scuffing she tries her best not to have a moment. They can really just glee over each other's powers and its helping he's not pulling back, slow reassurances in the times he steps forward of his own will.

    "I see, well. You obviously need something stronger. Really Peter should be offering more..but only weeks. It ...I came out of the bunker about the same time." A suspicious look is given to him before she clears her throat. "Ghost Spider?" More of them he said.

    "It looks ..nice," she compliments him with a quick nod as if to try to convince herself of her own words. She clears her throat, "Can you show me? The invisibility that is?" A slow breath in and out and she smiles a bit more to try to show him her interest. "I wonder if you keep me hand if we both do..but then maybe we won't be able to see." Experimenting with powers already and having just met. "I would offer to take you out for said pizza but I ..I took this trip rather in an impromptu huff." She looks down, seeing the hot dog foil sticking out of the side of her hoodie. Frowning, she lifts her hand to tuck it back in.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
"Invisible. It's really disorienting looking through your own hand. Trust me." Miles laughs it off, a lightly dismissive wave of the hand and all. "It's weird." He's either trying to convince her or himself. Jury is still out on that.

With both hands, he gestures to her own fashion damage. "Pretty sure we both do. We're a mess." A chuckle then before his amusement fades into quiet contemplation. "Same time, huh? This is getting freaky. Ghost Spider, yeah. She said she made some of the spiders, actually. Say, you don't have a degree in some obscure scientific field, do you?"

Again she draws a laugh out of him. Abrupt and unhindered. Later on, he will low key freak out about how casual he was with it all but for now? Feels right. "I look like a homeless cosplayer after a blackout weekend in, well... Gotham."

"Show you? Yeah, I think so. Hold on, lemme see." Letting out a sigh in a tiny 'woo', he shakes his likbs out. A hop from sneakered foot to foot "Okay. Invisible. Invisible. Don't embarass yourself, Miles. Invisible." Closing his eyes, he sucks in a deep breath and.... nothing. Nadda. "Am I doing it?" Opening one eye, the other squinted. Then it happens. Boop. Invisible. The Predator could learn a thing or two from Miles. "Ha! There we go! Here!" He says and offers and invisible hand to take. You know, to see if her theory works. Still. Invisible hand. A light pout and he's already decided. Friday off it is. "I saved cab fare by web swinging. We're getting that pizza. You don't like anything weird on your pizza, do you?" And yes. Still invisible.

Silk has posed:
    "Oh well no, I mean I am good at math but I didn't get a chance to get a degree," she points out with a tick of her finger into the air. "Bunker." Social anixiety is real but as he observes for himself. Feels right. She dips her chin a moment and when he hops from foot to foot, slowly moving about to loosen himself up. That causes her brows to slowly raise as she watches him curiously. "Is that what you have to do? I mean to make it work?"

    She really thinks he might have to shake his limbs out and hop about. She waits, watching him closely as she to see what he is going to do. Observation is key. But he's just ..gone. She turns about, though her eyes never really leave him. "I can sense you...wow..how.." she lets out a breath and her smile grows as she lifts her hand, starting to reach out so when he does she brushes his forearm and fumbles but he is the one that is going to guide that touch.

    She can see her hand and it is messing with her mind. Sheer wonder crosses her features as she grip shis hand and lifts them both to lean in and tilt her head to look for him. "How helpful this must be," she observes and then pauses when he mentions pizza.

    "I...I do not know. Cheese and mushrooms?" Is that odd? "I like garlic and tomatoes too." She wets tries to discern where he is and lifts her other hand to reach out about chest level.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
"Hey! That's great, I'm a math nerd too!" Which absolutely is not helping him make web fluid, much to his annoyance. Nobody told him he'd need a chemical engineering degree to fight crime but there it is. Unlike Miles. Who who is visibly not there. "What? I don't think so. Wow, I hope not."

With her reaching mostly blind for him, Miles is slow and careful in taking her hand and guiding it along his forearm. Skin hot, he tends to run warm. It's a strange thing, seeing her hand through his own. "I honestly have no idea. I thought everybody with the web motiff could do this." His tone lowers as he leans closer to whisper conspiratorially to his fellow vigilante. "I haven't told Peter yet. Just you and some randos know. So far." With her so close, actively looking for his outline, Miles realizes he's holding his breath again. Be cool, Miles. Be cool.

"Mushrooms." Miles hutfs dramatically after gently guiding/following her hand to his chest. Heart still thumping strong. Quick. It really is spandex. Not a single unstable molecule or kevlar thread to be felt. "I'm gonna blame the bunker Garlic and tomatoes I can work with. What are your thoughts on pineapple?"

It's going to be a long night. At least there will be pizza though.