Owner	Pose
Scarlet Spider	Scarlet Spider has been back in the city for about four days, having found a small one bedroom apartment that he's able to pay the landlord in cash Benjamin has decided to re-familiarize himself with the city, it's been three years since he last made a memory here, and as such, the dark red and black suited Scarlet Spider is webbing his way across town listening to the police scanner built into his mask..
Spider-Man	A spider sense was a wonderful thing. It enabled Spider-Man to change in and out of his costume, without people seeing, or even security cameras. It warned him of danger. It was like a teddy bear, always with him, and helped him in ways he couldn't even begin to fathom. But it wasn't infallible. There were things that could affect it, and beings that were immune to it. The symbiote he once wore, didn't set it off, and neither did his clone. So when Spider-Man swung below the Scarlet Spider's path, he had no idea. He was on patrol, pretty routine. It was Midtown. He always paid special attention to Midtown, as there were a lot of things for a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man to deal with, plus, it was always nice to have Midtown's level of skyscrapers. It was just fun to thwip through the buildings. A keen eye would see that Spider-Man had a backpack on, with his clothes, and peeking out of one of the side compartments was a little baggie. Spider-Man liked to leave that pouch a little bit open, so that there wouldn't be quite so much condensation. It ruined the sandwich. It was about that time. He'd just gotten a subway sandwich, meatball, light on the sauce, with Monterrey jack cheese, salt, pepper, and mayonnaise, just like he liked it.   If he were true to form, he'd be landing on the Langham Building, about to have his late night patrol snack.
Scarlet Spider	Scarlet Spider likes to think of himself as his own man, but when you've got the first 21 years of another persons memories in your head their habits become your own. Having left his clothes at home a couple of protein bars in the back of his utility belt for his own late night snack, he doesn't notice that almost identically underneith him is his progenitor. Twhip, Twhip...Thiwp, in sync he slings completely unaware until he turns to go land on the Langham building himself going for the roof much higher up his web hits the exact same spot that Spider-Man's does his trajectory taking him right towards ole blue and red. "Well /shit/" he exclaims..
Spider-Man	Ordinarily, that'd be exactly what the spider sense would be good for, but this wasn't an ordinary situation. With both sets of webline interconnecting, making a really strong bond to the area of the building where they both hit, Spider-Man quickly sent out another one, because as strong as the bond was, he didn't want to have his own version of a mid-air collision. Landing to the side of his usual perch on the Langham building, Peter adopted a comfortable crouch, which meant both knees apart, but his ankles rather close together, and one hand between them. It looked painful, but with his joints, it was oddly comfortable, kind of like throwing on sweat pants and a t-shirt after a long day. "As Captain America would say, language." The tone in his voice was clearly amused, happy to see his 'brother' of a sorts. "Want some of my sandwich? It's from the one on West 33rd, not the one on 5th Avenue." Which meant it was from slightly further away, but was a much better sandwich. "Andre made it." Too bad it wasn't Parv, but Andre was almost as good as Parv. He shifted and undid his backpack, webbing it to a nearby wall, so he could pull out the sandwhich, which he ripped in half, along with the paper and the bag, and then offered it, "glad to see you home. She's well," he was referring to Aunt May, "if you," and he pointed to his mask, the hairline area, "aren't still..." meaning dying it blonde, "or you know, wear a hat, feel free to see her. Just... you know." Neither one of them wanted to cause her any grief, but Peter got to see Aunt May all the time. Ben, well, he knows how he'd feel if he were in Ben's shoes.
Scarlet Spider	Scarlet Spider mirrors Spider-Man, his own web shooting off in the other direction bringing him up to swing around to land in a similar pose. "They're still open?! Andre still trying to get you to take his neice out? 'Is nice girl!' he says mimicing the sandwich shop workers voice.     Reaching out to take the half a sandwich he motions to the backpack. "You still carrying everything around on patrol?" he asks pointedly ignoring the offer for Aunt May, the clone reaching up with his free hand to release a couple of points on his mask letting the air filter that covers his mouth and nose unclip to hang by the wires that feed up into the mask. "Lemonade?" he asks reaching behind him and opening up a narrow compartment running down his spine and pulling out a pair of long vaccume sealed bags holding about a liter of said drink each.
Spider-Man	Spider-Man laughs and shakes his head, waving it off, "nah, she started going out with some guy a year and a half ago. They're engaged now. And... so am I." He looks about, good as his spider sense is, he was always nervous about talking about the other side of his life, when he was wearing the costume. He trusted Scarlet Spider. It was super easy to tell it was him. Not only did the guy not set off his spider sense, but he mirrored his movements so much, and that voice, it was his voice. It was surreal. He grew up a single child, and now, he essentially had a twin, just, one with 21 years of his memories, their memories, whatever. "Mostly, also redesigned the belt," which he wore under the costume. Peter did likewise with his own mask, rolling it up so he could take a bite out of his sandwich, "thanks!" he exclaimed, accepting the lemonade, "you here to stay this time, or just passing through?"
Scarlet Spider	Scarlet Spider blinks stopping halfway to taking a bite of the sandwich "MJ?" he asks curiously not sure what the last three years have been like for his counter part. Motioning to the backpack he clears his throat. "You're one lucky shot away from your wallet getting into the hands of a villian or criminal, you might wanna start stashing it somewhere.. " he advises remembering a similar incident in Dallas where his fake ID was taken by a low level speedster..
Spider-Man	Spider-Man shakes his head, "no, you don't know her, but I'll have to introduce you." And then he looked at the backpack, "never really thought of it that way." He usually stored his backpack in some central but hidden and difficult to access location, and would come back to it periodically. But he had just come from the subway, so he hadn't had the time to stash it anywhere. He was also careful not to store it in a place where if it fell, it might fall into someone's hands. He'd had that happen before, since the webbing dissolved over time. Thinking wistfully about MJ for a moment, "fame, it's... yeah, no, but hey, what about you? How are you doing on that department?"
Scarlet Spider	Scarlet Spider looks at Spider-Man "I've been in the city.." he stops him self, his tone of voice rather deadpan and droll. "Nah, nobody, there was someone, but" he clears his throat at the memories "It didn't work out." he explains taking a drink of his lemonade and a bite of his sandwich. "She know about.." he motions to Spider-Man and the costume..
Spider-Man	Spider-Man tilts his head, genuinely curious now, and mildly panicked, since, anything that happened to Ben, happened to him. It was a strange thing that Ben could be somewhere, fingerprints, hair follicles, skin shedding, he was leaving their shared DNA wherever he went, and Peter had no control, or knowledge, of it. They had matching fingerprints. Even identical twins didn't have that. "The C word?" He inquired, wondering if this woman knew that much about Ben.
Scarlet Spider	Scarlet Spider looks out across the skyline and shakes his head "no.. It hadn't gotten that far and at the time I wasn't doing.. Extra curriculars.. " he explains his tone a little saddened. "What about your girl? She know what you do in your spare time when you're not binge watching Firefly?" he asks curiously.
Spider-Man	"Yeah, she knows everything..." which was just as scary a thought to Ben, no doubt, "she can read my mind... literally." He blew out a gust of air, suddenly feeling a bit tired. He loved her, but it was strange knowing that someone could know that much about you, so easily, and you had to rely on the old fashioned question and answer. And yes, she was respectful, but it was still hard to accept. Peter was smart enough to realise all the problems it could cause. "And I've been alternating Deep Space Nine and Babylon 5. I read one stole the other's work, and I'm trying to decide which one is more derivative than the other. Oh, and Journeyman. Only got one season because of a writer's strike, but you should check it out."
Scarlet Spider	Scarlet Spider nods finishing his half of the sandwich and his drink, balling up the trash he webs it into a ball and tosses it down making it into a trashcan several stories down and half a block away. "I don't have a cellphone number I give out, but I keep watch on this email. If you ever need to get ahold of me." he says reaching into his utility belt and pulling out a buisness card, White with a crimson web design, a black spider in the center, on the back in crimson is an email address. "I'd better go though, I'll take south side, you go north then you can get home to your hot mind reader." he says somewhat cheekily bringing the gasmask back up onto his face, the unstable molecules once more connecting seamlessly to the rest of the suit.
Spider-Man	Spider-Man accepted the business card, though he did give Scarlet Spider a look that would suggest, a business card, really? Before he slipped it into a compartment in his utility belt. He had to roll up his shirt a bit to do that, revealing what looked like a nasty injury to his ribs, though it was healing up nicely. That was one of the best things about being a wallcrawler. Whenever they did get hurt, they healed quickly, and completely. "Sounds like a plan. B..." he caught himself, but as he stood, he put a hand on Ben's arm, "stick around this time, will ya? You're, we're, you know. Think about it?" He hadn't always been too happy with the idea of a clone of him. But he had thought about it from Ben's perspective, and was doing his best to make Ben feel at home. "This is your home too, and it's definitely big enough for two of us. Just, think about it." And then he grabbed his packpack, before thwiping off on his way north. It worked, since he was now living on the Upper East Side. It was great dating someone who could actually afford a decent apartment in Manhattan.