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Cindy Moon	Day number...who even remembers? Cindy does as she hangs upside down from the uneven bars in a higher ceilinged portion of her bunker. She is eat a protein bar as she watches the news for the day clinging as she is. She mmmms thoughtfully and finishes off the last bit, crumbling up the wrapper and with a gob of natural silk flings it towards the trash can. It hits the edge and tumbles in with a soft thunk to the empty bottom. The short black hair hangs like tendrils from her head that sway when she moves. The reports of the super hero activity has her interest, her gaze widening for a moment. The soft pulse of music fills the room as she pulls herself up to the top bar and then turns, leaping down to the lower to begin the quick routine.     She begins the tight spin and then launches to the next as Queen begins to playin in the background. The fitted sports bra and boy cut shorts allowf for the sleek controlled movements of her through the routine. Though she's deeper within the underground complext the front rooms, those foyers that are for decontamination have not been used for ..well a decade or slightly less. They remain unmanned and perhaps a bit covered with dust.
Spider-Man	Four days ago "This is Eliza Curtango with channel 9 Action news where reports have come in that the vigilante known as Spider-Man is engaged with a failed robbery attempt at a satelite facility in Brooklyn." The camera cuts to arial footage of Spider-Man standing in the middle of the street as a vehicle careens towards him at speeds far in excess of the posted limit. "Use your words!" Spider-Man quips, side flipping over the top of the top of a swerving black sedan that tried to strike him with the right rear bumper, "And don't drive angry!" Both wrists fire a line of webbing at the trunk latch, pulling him from his high knee twist in the same direction the car is headed. With a jerk of his arms, he lands atop the roof of the car: One hand out, knees bent, and the other off to the side. "I don't think this is what Aunt May meant when she told me to make new friends..." He grumbles and jumps to the side, fires another pair of lines, and pulls himself right into the cabin of the vehicle. "Pull. Over... your tail lights out."
Cindy Moon	Flipping back around when she hears Spider-Man mentioned, Cinty sits down on the top bar and watches, hands coming to rest on either side of her. She reaches for the water bottle in its webbing sling on the side of the high bar. Pulling the container to her lips she takes a few gulps and grins a bit, watching him handle the out of control vehicle. Eye are riveted as her body leans slightly forward to get a view of the hero web slinger. "YES!" She hisses out as he climbs onto the vehicle but she makes a face at the camera loses focus. "Someone needs to teach these people how to focus, come one," she intones, as if they might actually hear her. Pulling one leg up to her, she presses the thigh to her chest and hugs it there.     Wetting her lips, she grows tense, willing Spider-Man to stop the vehicle as the hair on the bakc of her neck stands on end. "Use the webbing..." she says sharply at him.
Spider-Man	The fight inside the cab of the car is pretty one sided, but also not visible from the helicopters cameras. Someone goes flying out a shattered window with a webline following. It hits him in the arm as he passes a streetlight and connects him there, dangling like a hood orniment. Then there's flash from the back seat that look like gunfire and Spidey diving out the window a half second before it, "Come on! Firearms are cheating!" Webbing keeps him from losing the vehicle, swinging after it for a half a block and reattaching as he releases out of a swing in a backflip, "Up..." Web, "Up..." Both lines are passed into one hand, "Down. Down." His chest opens up as his arm straights to fire another line at the store fronts they're passing. Multiple successive lines until he's a thick bundle in his grip, "Left, right, left right.." Dangling between the vehicle and the wall, he waits for tension to tighten the two lines. "A. B. A. C. A. B. B... STOP!" The vehicle's tires start squeeling smoke, but it aint going no damn where. "And they say video games rot your brain..."
Cindy Moon	Tension fills the room of the bunker, even with its tall ceiling to allow for her training. Cindy grins a bit, ticking up the corner of her mouth as her dark brown eyes center on the vehicle. When the red and blue colored superhero appears once more she can not help but lets out a breath. As the collective web work comes to fruition, Cindy lays back paralell with the bar, her spine oddly poised so she rests her head back against it as well. It could be the fact she is able to cling to it that does nto spill her to one side or the other. "Well done...well done," she quips at the television, a smile coming to her lips as she mimics the movements he made to catch the vehicle fast. No webbing is slung as she stares at the ceiling with its hanging trapeze work. A sigh leaves her lips and that smile begins to fade into something a bit more somber and perhaps forlorn.     Her expression only lasts so long before she launches herself up and the first strand of webbing grabs the lowest swing and she is moveing, tumbling through the air to grip the far wall and begin to climb to the top. Determination sets her brow as she begins to work the positions of webbing to land in or bounce off of as the news continues to play.
Spider-Man	The rest of the fight is mostly cursory. Spider-Man plays around with his food a little, but ultimately he ends the day with a check in the Win Column. "Guys, listen.. this is not an indication of your worth as people..." The wallcrawler says, the audio equipment on the chopper is good enough to pick it up in muffled tones, "... you're just having an off day. So, chin up, buckeroos.. and uh.. you know.. takes some classes in prison or something." Red and blue shoulders shrug, and he flips forward on his hands to kneel infront of the open driver door at the GPS signal on the dash. "Where were you going anyways..." Today Spider-Man crouches on the edge of a building overlooking what looks like a tall stack of shipping crates. Over the last few days he's followed tails, leads, and fought his way to information that there's something HIDDEN down there. What is it? Who knows, but with everything going on in the city right now... he had to come check it out.
Cindy Moon	Even the keypad is hidden from view, inconspicious but with enough knowledge and moxy, it can be found. A panel hidden in the side of a shipping crate will pull back to allow for the system to be hacked with enough know how. It is retinal scan based so there will need to be a work around but with some time the bottom of the cate will creak a bit as the locks begin to pull back from the sealed bunker that rests beneath them. Surely it has to be something important.     Cindy rests in her room with its artifical day light dimmed to simulate night. She's had no need to be a deep sleeper but when the beep indicates the perimeter has been broken she rises quickly. The blanket is thrust away and in tank top and shorts she approaches her own terminal just inside her room. Pulling up external and internal cameras she begins to cycle through to see what is coming - if they have not been taken out already.
Spider-Man	That was the troubling part of the whole deal, nobody seemed to have any clue what was in the container fort. Not the goons or their bosses, only that they were trying to find it and it was a system of narrowing things down that Peter was able to because they were nowhere near figuring it out themselves. Something about the "Quality of criminals in this city" applies. From one of the small pouches the belt hidden in the lining of his suit, Peter produces a small drive containing a lot of intimate software and information he's collected over the last four days. Including several work arounds for the retinal scanner that includes a dummy override in case of a black out. The file said; ''last ship''. Sounded kind of omenous, but when doesn't it. "Open... says-uh-me!"
Cindy Moon	The final lock clanks back into place. It has to be lead lined and more with how heavy it is and it needs to be lifted open. The opening narrows closer to the base of it so that it can settle back into place seamlessly but is definitey big enough for him to fit through. The ladder down is a step back from the high tech that was guarding the place. The hallway is dark but as soon as he steps down the lights flicker to life with a soft hum of electricity and tinking as the flourescent lighting trails its way forward to what looke like a glass booth. But sadly before he can get there the decom system kicks in as the monotone computerized voice chimes out. "Decomtamination beginning in three, two, one. Sequence started." So helpful. Mist and fumes fill the room as it becomes apparent there is pulletproof glass till down in his way just as a sliding wall closes in behind him, cutting him off from the ladder. The only way is forward.     The decom done, the mist starts to clear and there is a rush of hot air forward to clear the room and offer fresh, filtered air. The glass parts, the doors opening to the rest of the underground facility - bunker.     Cindy stares at the screen, her eyes widening at what she sees and instinct kicks in. She rushes to her wardrobe and is quickly donning her gymnast leotard and in a quick second though she grabs the black scarf and ties it around the lower half of her face. One brief look and she is rushing out of her room and out of the habitat sector towards the main thoroughfaire, though she now must rely on her silk sense which is suddenly firing like mad the closer she gets. It leads her through the gym, or rather training room and she stops, calling out. "Computer lights off. Override Moon." They will remain dark as she takes up a position on the wall, dressed in black in a pitch black room. She waits.
Spider-Man	Spidey drops down the ladder into a low crouch and crawls along the floor cautiously. When the wall starts to close off behind him, his senses alert him, but he's not quite fast enough to get back out before he's sealed in.. unsure exactly what's about to happen, except that he isn't sure he wants it to. "Whoa! That's rude! I bathed today, thank you very much..." This is mostly for his on ediface. These kinds of tense atmospheric situations are a little outside his wheelhouse. Infultration is part of his retinue, but he prefers the quick, witty approach to problem solving. Then the lights go out after his decon is concluded. "Huh... so it's that kind of movie is it? Alright, spooky hidden lab, I'm onto you." Murmuring as he switches from the floor, to the wall, feeling his way out while his mask tries to find a visual field that allows him even limited visibility. He's not worried too much about it right now, though. His Spider-Senses are strooooooong. "Hellooooo? Single white female who just did the drugs and drank beer underage here! Please don't kill me weird masked killer... I'm just looking for my long lost brother..."
Cindy Moon	It hurts? No it burns and is startling. Its been years, quite literally since Cindy had contact and when he enters her training room she finds it hard to breathe but he appears on her 'radar' like he's a glowing flame and she the moth. Save that she's a spider and so is he. Cindy has to take a moment as the voice - often muffled on the news is now all the clearer. She knows it echoes in the room and slamming lifting her hand the sound of a web being slung causes the weights to fall and clatter on the opposite side of the room as a distraction. She scampers down the wall, closer and with an instinct born of watching him she does not come in at hang height rather from above. Suddenly she jumps, free falls towards him and slings her web to a trapeze she knows is just overhead and then hangs upside down. It is her hair that gives her away and even here there is emergency lighting from the hallway.     She's thrown in strange relief, the silk black scarf has been secured with webbing about her nose and mouth but large eyes peer down at him from overhead, not a scant foot away. Her body shivers and the hairs on her skin stand on end as Cindy loses herself in the moment. It takes a second or two for her to remember why she is hiding. "What have you done?" She asks of him, her lilting voice somewhat wary and yet fearful as well. "You do not know what you have done!" Anger begins to rise in her and she shrugs off the other inclinations that nearly stole her breath. The web she slings at him is meant to pin him to the pole of the uneven bar.
Spider-Man	Well that's a new sensation. At first thinking it's some trick of his spider-senses playing with him, he jerks his head in the direction of the clattering weights. When there's no real indication of threat from ''that'' direction, but from above, he shifts his whole body so he's laying flat upon his back with his knees bent and his arms spread wide on either side ''up and down to vertical perspective'' Then that ''feeling'' hits him. "Uh..." Even the usually sharp witted Spidey is struck by the inclination (because that's a nice pg-13 way to explain it) that rush into him "Come here often....?" It's not his best work, admittedly. That doesn't last terribly long though. She has all these questions, "Jeez, what are you writing a book? It's a hidden bunker in a shipping container... I don't know if you read the script, but those ''always'' draw attention eventually..." The silk she fired splats against the wall, but he's no longer there. Spider-Man is incredibly fast when he's so inclined and has fired webs up at the balance bar above them to pull himself into a whirling, round and round, perch atop it. "Listen, I don't know what's going on down here, but you need to chill out.. I didn't see any way for you to opent his place from the inside, so you really should be more France freed from German and less every other war America has ever been in ever..." Patting both hands on his chest, "I'm here to help..." Pause... "Seriously, do you come here often?" Repetition does not improve the quality.
Cindy Moon	Anger bubbles up and desperation too as he continues to talk. "The one liners and tag phrases are good on the daily news but not in person. You do not understand!" She lands on the opposite wall after pulling away from him only to jump forward, in a flash of leotard and silk covered mask. She lands on the bar just opposite him, each their own as she shakes her head at him. "This place...I was safe here. Now he will find me!" She declares. "You are supposed to fight crime not cause more problems." She nearly hisses, her dark eyes looking up at him as she slowly stands on the bar, the silk coming directly from her fingers as she draws it between them, creating a net much like a spider would.     She launches forward then, hands outstretched to try to wrap him up in it but fakes, dipping the silk low on the pole to wing herself back and around it to come up behind him and try to wrap her legs around his trunk and begin spinning the web about him - in effect to send them both flying to the ground in a tangle as she tries to restrain him. She grunts, huffing out a breath that makes the scarf unbearably warm.
Spider-Man	"I kind of feel like this is a bad time to ask you if you would like to discuss the new testiment..." Peter is a ''little'' quieter, but not a lot quieter. The quips are his thing, even face to face. See, it gets people off their guard or angers them into making a mistake. Like coming right at him. He's twisted the dial on his fancy new webslinger (Thank you Tony Stark) to something called a web grenade. Never used it before, but there's a first time for everything! Big risk, big reward right? When she feigns, he follows, but responds quickly by slapping down at one of the knees and cartwheeling over the top of her swinging attempt to grip him in her Venus thigh trap. Oh, man, he should have said that out loud.. "You wont catch me in your Venus Thigh Trap this time!" It had to be done. Then he fires the small web coated pellot at the beam he vacated before landing against a far wall with his head craned back and towards the dark clad ninja Spider. "I don't know if you're watching the same news as everyone else, but causing more problems is sort of what every one says I'm doing.. So.. you know... par for the course." Keep talking. There's method to the madness. The pellot beeps and then errupts into a huge glob of webbing in a four by four radius around where it was on the beam. "Oh, that's useful... So can we just talk for a second?" Patting at the air. "I feel like we need to start over. I'm Spider-Man... and you're ----"
Cindy Moon	Cindy has a moment when he gets away and calls her legs a Venus Thigh Trap. Clever! But she's not about to say it, in fact her response is. "What?" Her voice behind that silk strewn scarf is a bit muffled but definitely feminine as she lands and grabs at the pole instead of him. That is when she hears the beep and she is...PISSED. That is what she is as she manages to push off and start to fling herself away. The edge of it curls around the back of her thigh and so as she nearly reaches the trapeze her sense starts to go off and she fees the pull of the sticky web.     An audible gasp leave sher throat and instead of shooting a web at the wall to keep her from being pulled back towards the ground in rapid succession she aims for him. Organice silk spins free of her fingers and she grabs the end, meaning to pull him with her if he's going to trap her, she's going to make sure he's in range. She has no answer for him as to who she is but he's got her, at least by one leg and she likely - or hopefully has him as is the intent.
Spider-Man	"It's a Jehova Witness joke.. I don't judge people for their religious practices though." Spidey is quick to add, "However people want to worship, that's cool..." For once the chatting actually does him a disservice. Then again it might be that bubbling sensation starting to well back up once he hears the satisfying splat of webbing on leotard and notes the darker shadow tumbling down. He was just about to leap after her, maybe to drop kick her into an episode of Friends, or maybe to dangle there infront of her to try and talk some sense... but it doesn't play out like that. He's caught by his out stretched hand and has to fire a web backwards at the wall to keep from being drug right after. Even still, he's caught between her web and his, a few feet away, upside down, facing the unknown ninja spider. "Well... this is kind of awkward.." he tells her, the eyes of his mask shifting to smaller slips, then widening again. "You ready to start talking more and Pro wrestling less? As a good friend of mine is prone to say: I can do this all day."
Cindy Moon	Satisfaction at least for catching him once. Cindy is catching her breath, heart racing fact for more than one reason as /the/ Spider-Man is strung up rather close to her. She reaches her other hand out towards him and grips his arm. For a moment it stills her as everything else around the edges of her gaze fades and her sense focuses on him. Awkwardness might ensue later but in the moment she can not seem to keep her calm or rather her head. She swallows and nothing comes out of her lips. "You have doomed me by opening that door," she finally says - rely on what you know, Cindy. Better that way. Her bare hand with its sticky secretion from two fingers remains curled about him, tightening her grip as she sucks in a breath.     This close the dimlight make it at least somewhat possible to see her features. Asian ancestry in those eyes and dark hair as she struggles a moment to free herself, the scarf sliding a bit but keeping for the moment. Struggling does not work and she goes still, breathing deeply as she turns her attention back up towards him. So familiar, like a mouth to a flame she feels her blood start to rush. "I feel...I feel like I know you.." she reamrks in familiarity.
Spider-Man	Then she grabs him. This must be how it feels when Doves Cry. "Damn you Prince..." Spidey says in a far off whisper voice, mask eyes going intensely wide at the physical contact that... well.. when the physical co- it... like.. when... the blurry Cinemax channel on old analog televisions during puberty? Trying to chase a glimps of Cindy's face as the mask slides across her nose and teases him, teasing mask. Bad mask. "Focus." He tells himself out loud. "Can we stop with the doom and gloom angle? It might be your thing, but I'm a glass is half full kind of spider and it'll work better for everyone if, in lue of positive, you could just order a refill. It's been a long couple weeks, okay? I can't handle ''end of the world'' ontop of everything else.." It just runs out of him without any filter. It is not what he ''wants'' to say though. "Yeah.." He agrees finally to her assessment of what she thinks might be a previous acquantence. "You from around here?" Still no better. Work on that Parker, it's not becoming.
Cindy Moon	The social awkwardness is in extremes here on both sides. Overcompensation and utterly no know how. Cindy is at a loss for words as Peter goes on and on, the mask moving with a movement of her mouth inside - she may wish to speak but she has no retort. Instead she is left to hang there between him and his web caught about her leg. That finnicky odd sensation that is messing with her sense is causing to be a little slow - not that it was not already a thing considering who she is having to communicate with. "Uhh order another glass?" He's clever but that one is lost on her as she blinks up at him. She has no eye coverings so her expression is far easier to read - and she has no emotional filter at this point in her life.     "I..around here? The bunker? No." She has no idea where the bunker is so the spcial wareness question is lost on her. She narrows her gaze, wrinkling her nose as she remarks. "Queens..once." She says. She was old enough to remember everything - her family, the willingness to be here and what her life had been like before even if it is a shadow of itself.     "Before this, Midtown High.." she lets her voice trail off aas she tilts her head and then shakes it. "This bunker was keeping me hidden," she begins to explain but Cindy has yet to let him go for some strange reason. Probably just so she doesn't go pinging down to the ground.
Spider-Man	Spidey nods in a slow, distracted, fashion at Cindy's question, "It was a deep cut side reference... I'm feeling a little out of sorts. Try not to judge me.." Because he does feel that, out of sorts. Dangling rightside up to her upside down with his arms stretched out to either side. "Instead of glass is half empty? Which is an anagram for negativity.. I am suggesting, indirectly, that you should just fill the glass to negate the need for the decision." It's lost something after explanation. "Queens? Really? Hey, me too.. Forest Hill, born and raised. Midtown Highschool is where I spent most of m- wait, you too?" His eyes narrow at her inspectively, leaning a little closer until the tension of his own web prevents him doing so. "You know we're going to be hanging her like this for a few hours until the web desolves on your leg, so maybe we should roll back the conversation a little." He uses his head in a rolling motion, rather than his hand, "Keeping you safe from someone hunting you? Now they can find you, the world is doom.. you think you can explain that in baby words for the live studio audience because my head isn't screwed on as tight as usual."
Cindy Moon	Still the glass reference is lost on her. Glass half full or empty is not a thing for her. She stares for a moment up at him, "Wait...did you just tell me who you might have been in some round about way? Superheroes are not supposed to do that unless they are Ironman..and you are not Ironman," she remarks. Cindy swallows and grips him, feeling him pull closer the web on her leg strains and the appendage is strained, a brief breath drawn as he is all the closer. Blushing?! What is this. Heat rises to her cheeks and her eyes widen further before she focuses. She lets him go then, her hand releasing, her fingers cutting the web she had slung at him. It means she snaps back the web about her leg sounds like retracting rubberbands.     She snaps her hand up and shoots another web in an effort to keep her fhead from snapping down into the floor. She lets out a sound as her hands scrap the floor and instead she pushes up, climbing up his web to pull herself up onto the bar to sit, the blood starting to flow in a regular fashion in her body after being upside down so long. "Morlun...Morlun is after me," she intones. But why is not explained.
Spider-Man	They're all close and that is doing a number on Peter's ability to concentrate, which likely explains how cavalier he's being with his identity. Why is he trying to impress this stranger?! He knows why, he can feel why, but he can also pretend like he doesn't and hope that it's just a passing weirdness. His life is very weird, afterall. Then she snaps the line just when he got her blushing? "Really?" He turns as he swings back towards the anchor of his wallline and connects to it in a crouch horizontal to the floor. She disappears for a second, then reappears in the emergency lights, the whole time he's trying to follow her motion. "Who is a Morlun?" He asks, laying a hand on the floor so that he can bend over it into a crouch on the floor that brings him a little closer towards her with his free hand up in the traditional; ''hey, just a friendly neighborhood spiderman, don't shoot me'' gesture. "Uhhh so, you just fought me and maybe you had homefield advantage, but you held your own. You know, maybe hiding from this dude? Is it a dude? I don't want to assume anyone's gender..." He waves a hand; be serious, "...maybe you should try not hiding? See how that fits for a while before you spend your prime years bottled up in a building that looks like shipping containers? Suuuper cliche, by the way."
Cindy Moon	A sigh leaves her and she feels the heat of her cheeks fading a little but even this distance is not enough to lessen what is causing her sense to light up. Cindy is poised on that bar, leg caught by his web as she tries to reach down and drag it free of her appendage. The idea of being stuck in once place is annoying. Among other annoying things - like the tingle at the back of her neck and the flutter in her chest. She looks up at him, her frown obvious through the silk scarf about her features. Tilting her head, she narrows her gaze and then shakes her head, "Ezekiel did not have very much information..just that he and his family the Inheritors were looking to end those like me," she expresses. "They feed off of us to stay alive." A few of the edges spring free and then she rips the rest as if it meant nothing. She brings her other leg around and flips down to the ground, landing in a crouch before slowly standing.     "Now that the bunker is open, he will sense me." It is not safe here anymore - she seems to imply. She steps towards him, then takes another, warily watching but at the same time once more drawn. It makes her twitch a bit - this can not be the case with EVERYONE hopefully right?
Spider-Man	"For like nine years... jeez, has it really been that long?... time flies when you're spider-man.." Spidey boggles and crawls a little closer, cautious that she doesn't fly off in a fit of fists and silk webbing as he gets within striking distance. "For all that time I've been out there doing the heroing thing and not once has a Mordor tried to test my gangster." Other people have. Maybe he's one of them? He doesn't know, they all blur together after a while. "If you don't want to hold up here in a bunker, and how could you possibly want that with that beautiful hair-" He wants to touch the hair. He looks conflicted for a second, trying to slow down his heart when he's this close to her. "-... sorry. With those abilities and legs." Cut. it. out. "Ugh... what's even going on right now? I feel like I just walked into the end of Weird Science with Elizabeth Berkley is all, do push ups while I'm wearing short shorts... do you feel it too? Is it hot in here. Do we need to do an upside down hanging kiss to get this out of our system so we can act like adults again?"
Cindy Moon	"Yes..nine years," Cindy seems to register that time has passed. She's changed but its been gradual really, enough that she's not noticed the changes that marched her from teen to nearly mid twenties. She narrows her gaze as he draws closer but its because her own heart speeds up and she has to shake her head and 'that' hair he wants to touch about her features. Like glossy dark silk as it falls just past her chin in length. Her legs are commented on and she glances down at them before he is referencing Weird Science and pauses. "I know that movie. Wait." She blinks and then blushes again, so close now that her drawn breath is audible as her eyes widen and her hand reaches out, silk strewn fingers and hand resting against his chest.     "A kiss?" Oh goodness she knows what that is and he's achieving in making her blush all over again but the touch makes her shiver again. "I feel it..yes. My sense is usually. Well nothing triggers it but you. I do not think this is supposed to happy in a normal every day sense," she intones, brows furrowing as she searches his expression. "I have not seen anyone else but Ezekiel for nearly a decade," she says. "Why would you hang upside down to kiss? That never happens in the movies." She's seen movies.
Spider-Man	Usually Spidey's thoughts would instantly turn to guilt at even the slightest hint of whatever he's feeling right now. Thinking about his ex fiance, but honestly it's been months? He's allowed to not worry about it right? His pounding heart says he's not worried about it and strangely, even his usually self depreciating thoughts are all in. Something is definitely amiss. His jaw works beneath his mask, anxious breathing growin more ragged when she reaches out to touch his chest. "This is completely not how I saw this going." He confids in her like he's known her forever. Just conversational and free, it's kind of refreshing, but also very terrifying. His eyes widen a bit, the mask mimicing the expression, "Uh... well.. it's just really dramatic, I guess? I don't know.. I always picture it in the rain." Then he slides back a little, every ounce of willpower necessary to do so. "W...what do you call by you? I mean, name yours? What... is.. your.. name?" Literally having to sound out each word to keep himself from jumping back in there for the game winning touchdown celebration kiss.
Cindy Moon	The jolt that comes with the separation has Cindy blinking and that blush is there, rising to even touch her ears that can be seen on occassion around her dark hair. "Cindy Moon," she supplies him as she lifts a hand and drags at the webs on her face and the scarf. It all comes falling down around her neck as she lets out a breath that is no longer contrained to her face. "Computer, lights to half. Moon." She says as they key up, growing brighter but not enough to blind them both with the suddness of it. There he stands, lit by the lights and she can not understand the sudden urge that takes her. The movements are stilted but all the same she is the one to close that distance reach out and grasp at his arm much they had been before. "What is this?" She asks of him. "No Weird Science ....or maybe there is. Do you feel this with others? Tell me." Cindy feels lost in the tumultuous attraction that spirals between them. She feels like she is drowning and her actions become born of something she has no experience with.     "Kiss in the rain..I have seen that in the movies. It is meant to be romantic but I wonder how comfortable the clothes are after." Idle chatter to try to dislodge the strange pull lodged in her every limb. Her nose wrinkles, only serving to draw attention gto her soft feminine features. "I very much want to kiss you," she awkwardly proclaims, a half question at the end of that statement as she is trying to filter through her emotions.
Spider-Man	The lights, even at half moon, have Spidey's mask eyes squinting in response until the optic adjust a little. Behind he's squinting at her, back lit and looking... his mouth turns down in a deep frown, sitting up on his heels with his arms on his thighs, "Cindy... Moon?" He repeats the name in surprise, "Seriously? You were a grade behind me in high school. We were in the mathletes team together..." Why is he sharing so much and also why is she suddenly all up in his space? Not that he's complaining. Even if it took all of his willpower to create that space. It took ALL of his willpower. It's gone now. So he stares at her with wide eyes, head shaking. "No, not everyone. Not anyone, really. Not after I just met them... in a very spooky dark basement where they've been hiding since high school, what kind of horrible person would do that to a kid?" Pete grabs for the front of his mask and pulls it forward, shaggy brown hair tumbling around his blue eyes and face. "Cindy... It's... uh.. you probably don't remember me, but it's Peter." What the hell is he doing? He has that same desire, but he's fighting it so very hard. "Parker. Why don't we get out of this murderers summer home and talk? I think we should talk..." And kiss. NO! Not that, stop it.
Cindy Moon	Cindy pauses when he recognizes her, everything in her starting to worry as she nearly steps back but she can't? Willpower be damned, it is not existent today and has checked out for them both. Not that Cindy has had much chance to stretch her willopwer legs. Breathing in deeply, "You know me? Mathletes.." memories are there but it has been ages and she furrows her brows, a sketpical gaze given though it is soon defeated by something of awe when he pulls his mask off. They both have aged buts he sees him, somewhere in the young man before her. "Peter?!" Her voice clips up in surprise and she suddenly looks excited, "Peter." Something beyond the lonesome years she's spent here in the bunker is now before her.     "We went on that trip to whatever science lab it was. I got bit by something and I..well I changed. Ezekiel found me, brought me here to keep me safe. I have not. I mean how have you been?" Its all awkward as she fumbles, tries to remember the social niceties of normal life.     "This is home. I have no where to go, Peter. My parents are missing and I have..well I don't have anything else." She reaches out, looking like she might hug him then stops, awkwardly lowering her hands to his to grasp them and even that is awkward as she does not know what to do from there. They swing back and forth a bit before releasing, the space between little to nothing.
Spider-Man	"Hey..." Peter, mask off, waves sheepishly at Cindy with the other sliding into his hair like he'll somehow make the damp locks behave. It is a futile gesture at best, "It's good to see you, yeah..." Very good. Way better than he even would have thought it would be. It is very odd having these feelings for Cindy. Like very odd. "You look good..." Salvage opporation. She explains her situation and there's a clear frown on his face, looking around at the slightly more illuminated interior of the bunker. "Spacious, I'll give you that..." He says off handedly, "Could use a few more personal items, though. I guess Ezekiel isn't huge on photos?" He shrugs a little and snaps around suddenly to face her. "Wait, the Oxcorp tour? You got bit ''then''? Me too..." He stares at her owlishly, mouth hanging wide... "How is this even ''possible''?" Trying to piece this together is making it difficult to focus. Still, he shakes his head and frowns, "I.. well I guess you could use my apartment? I have a room at the Avengers Mansion..." He thinks. He's sure he could get one. He's being genuinely altruistic, but there's a part of him that he's trying very hard to ignore...
Cindy Moon	"Uhhh Ummmm so do you.." Cindy replies, as if she realizes she is not making enough compliments. Her hands come to clasp before for a second before one lifts and she lifts her hand to tuck her hand behind her ear. Why does she feel so foolish? Her nose wrinkles and she glances around, "It is practical. It has what I need and all the food I could want likely for the rest of my life," Cindy remarks. "I came here willingly..Ezekiel taught me how to use my abilities," she says and is about to say more when he breaks into their past with some confusion and surprise.     "Yes, that's it! After that tour I started ..well I suppose spinning webs?" She shifts on her feet, still feeling the need to touch him and part of her, the less socialized side is letting it happen. A step closer and another if he does not back up they will be toe to toe, her looking up at him as she speaks faintly. "You will let me stay with you? Wait you mean let me use your apartment and you will go the Mansion." Leave her out in the world by herself. THere is genuine fear on her expression that she quickly tries to mask. "It is not safe here at least. But it will not be safe there either," she explains.
Spider-Man	"Yeah..." Spidey says absently, nodding to the compliment as if he hadn't really heard it. There's a lot going on between all these strange feelings, finding Cindy Moon, and finding out that she was bitten by a spider on the same trip as he was. As if realizing he should add something else he says, "I work out..." It's lacking the usual delivery flare. He's distracted. "Oh.. that must have been nice. I had to figure it out on my own. Then again, I didn't have to sit in a creepy bunker for nine years, so... fair trade off I guess?" He shrugs and slides across the floor towards her, reaching out as if he's going to grab her hand, but pulling up short. Eyes lifting up as if silently asking permission. "Nothing weird... I promise." Still not grabbing her until she agrees, he shrugs a shoulder. "I'm trying to be a gentleman.. my apartment isn't much to look at, but I'll stay if you want. I feel like I owe you that, having... uh.. opened your hidden door, or whatever. I'm still up in the air how that's a bad thing, if I'm being honest." He frowns just a little, "I'll sleep on the floor, it's cool. It's not that uncomfortable."
Cindy Moon	"I suppose," Cindy is lost, willing to let him talk for them both for as long as he wants. He does talk a lot and, "You say the strangest things," she remarks and then tilts her head, watching his hand go for her own as she herself goes still. Nothing funny but then they had been touching before and slowly her hand reaches out to take his. The webs are apparently, something real and organic that his shooters must try to replicate. Her small curls in his but that grip is firm, a brow arching as she looks from their joined hands to him. Shocking. That is what the touch is again and she lets out a long breath.     "Maybe we will find out why it is a bad thing," seems she may still be a bit sore about him 'opening her hidden door'. If she were any other girl and possibly versed enough she might laugh or blush. Instead she does nothing but try to focus herself. "How about we go? Wait..I should probably.." she lets go of his hand and turns, sense winning out finally as she strides back towards her room, rather nice and high tech with its simulated light doing enough to keep her moods regulated. She is quick to pull out a bag, shoved back back in the storage of her closet. She begins to fill it with stuff, pausing a moment as she was lifting a handful of underwear. Ezekiel was totally buying her clothes so its all utilitarian.
Spider-Man	Peter turns her hand over, but he wasn't really looking for any webshooters even if he does note their absence. "huh..." Interesting, he'll ask when his head isn't throbbing. He glances up again, brow raised at her slightly snooty tone when they both mention the open door, "If it makes you feel any better, there were people pretty close to finding it before I happened upon it. You probably would have made short work of them, but if you're being followed, it's better that it was me that figured it out before they did..." Opening his hand when she turns away, Pete tilts his head to watch where she's going with his arms laid back across his thighs. Then looking intentionally away when it's clear precisely what she's packing. "Hey, man, look at these balance beams.." Totally interesting stuff up here guys, "What kind of metal is that? You know what don't answer, it's not important..." He may have seen utilitarian underwear, so it's not THAT bad, but it almost makes him feel sorry for her. "Uh.. we can go shopping to.. get you some new clothes or something.." Scratching at the back of his neck. Nine years is a long time... and Pete is pretty helpful, but this is still pretty weird for him how much he's bending over trying to help Cindy.
Cindy Moon	It is wierd for the both of them. Peter is the first person besides Ezekiel that she's seen and now her world is upended once more. Excitement thrums through her and she quickly works at shoving close inside the military grade duffle before moving on to shoes. She throws her mask with the webbing to the side and then is hastily slipping on sneakers with angle socks. Really she's going to look hilarious beside him. His more advanced suit and her gymnast's outfit. She tugs the thing closed and then looks at her sketches around the room, backing up a step or two as she lifts the bag without even a second thought. "Computer, set mode to sleep until Moon voice is heard again. Note for Ezekiel. Bunker opened. Seeking refuge with another like myself. Will contact when I have time." If he even exists anymore.     She slings the bag to her shoulder and finally sets her eyes on him. "Okay." SHe looks ready enough and starts through the room, back towards the direction he had entered.
Spider-Man	Peter is good about keeping his attention diverted, if she were going to do something dangerous he'd know anyways, so there's no point watching her say goodbye to her spartian belongs. While he waits he replaces his mask and rubs it until the nueral sensors are properly lined up with their spot on his cheeks. The bottom is tucked into the neckline of his suit when she's jogging up with what little she's taking from the bunker after nine years.. "You ready?" Glancing back as if he has any idea what that must feel like. Which he's glad for. "I have to warn you, my apartment is... going to be a fixer upper." He scratches at the back of his neck as he stands up from his crouch and starts leading them towards the door he opened unknown exactly what he'd find inside. "But I don't think anything will bite you.." The feeling isn't fading, but at least his heart isn't pounding anymore.
Cindy Moon	"I think so," Cindy remarks, glancing up at the training equipment, a sort of somber look upon her face. "Okay." She says finally, as if its enough for her. She stops at a desk on their way through, switching a light off and grabbing a photo of her parents in a simple silver frame. She tucks that into the bag and then pauses, looking up at him in his masked face as she lifts her hands. Fingers begin to work together, drawing real silk from her fingers as she hooks the strands behind her ear and then across her face to the other, effectively recreating the the scarf but something a bit more snug and secure. "I figure if I am to be seen with you...I better be ready."     Humor.     She steps out with him, lifting her voice. "Computer. Unlock main entrance to be be locked back down in five minutes until Moon or Ezekiel voice codes are heard." She intones and the computer chirps back its understanding. The air changes as the main door opens and she can sense it, the world. Even in a less populated portion her senses are starting to pick up things and she does her best not to step back from it but in that moment she shakes slightly, looking a little uneasy. "You first." Becuase maybe everything that is suddenly assaulting her will get easier.
Spider-Man	There's a part of him that kind of feels like he's a jerk for having stumbled on her now that he's got her outside the bunker. A lot has changed in nine years, afterall. "So, the President isn't an Umpa Lumpa..." He tells her with a little wobble of his head from side to side as the warm night air strikes them. July in New York... by the Hudson. Lovely. "Don't you just love that smell?" Nobody does. Then she's giving little jokes and that's got him amused. "Hey, see? You're learning.." Pointing at her impressed as he takes a few steps backwards while the doors are closing behind them. "Think you can keep up?" Grinning beneath his mask, staring at her in a way he hasn't stared at anyone in at least three months. It's still so weird. He doesn't wait for an answer and leaps up into a backflip, turning his body to fire off a line towards a building that swings him through the jump into another line to build up speed as he leads them through Evening New York towards his apartment! It's good to be Spider-Man. It's good to be Spider-Persons.
Cindy Moon	He's off suddenly and Cindy is feeling suddenly like this is the worst thing ever and to quote her favorite trilogy - as far as she knows. "I got a bad feeling about this..." she says beind the web mask. It is easier to breathe through that much is certain. She picks up the pace, webs the duffle strap to her shoulder and jumps up with a mmmphs and shoots a web from her fingers. It lands on the opposite building from his as she begins to sail through the city, one web slung at a time but Peter may note that while she was ready for him in the bunker? Her she seems a little sluggish and a couple of times she has to pause. They get a good ways and suddenly she misses, starting to fall through the air before she manages to get her web out and catch her bewteen two buildings. The net catches her and she bounces, before she lays there a moment - stunned. Like someone whacked her upside the head.     Internally however she is a mess. Hands go to her head and she presses at each temple and then over her ears as the silk sense is becoming burdensome. Her heart is suddenly racing and she can't seem to breathe as the net starts to break.
Spider-Man	Even if she hadn't managed at that last moment, Peter is keeping an eye on her. It's as much seeing what she's capable of as it is traveling at this point. She's been locked away in a bunker for almost a decade, he expected some rust.. When she misses the line, he reverses on a dime, led by his spider-senses to double wrist rope himself in close to provide assistance, but she's already right herself before he's gotten there. At least in so far as she's not falling anymore. He releases his line and snaps up against the wall above her, crawling quickly to just beside her and laying back with his head turned in her direction. "It gets easier." He tells her in a voice that is both genuinely sure of that fact, and completely empathic to her plight. He's been there and he still remembers the lumps learning how to sense and anticipate with so much sensory information playing off instantly in his mind. "Try to focus on something... I know it sounds silly, but I sing show tunes. My favorite is the intro song to Scrubs."
Cindy Moon	"It's too much..." Cindy begins, "so many, so many lives I can feel them all like tiny tremors.." focus. She breathes, tries to as her gaze begins to narrow and everything grows dark at the edges. Shut it off! Ezekiel had tried to get her to focus but in the bunker with only the two of them it had been easy. This? This is pain ands he holds her throbbing head. "It feels like a million bright lights are going off," she sounds trained as her eyes close and she tries to find something, anything past the tumultuous ruckus in her head. NO! She wants to scream out and nearly does, a gasp leaving her as she focuses.     He's like the sun amidst the entire universe that is demanding the attention in her head so she focuses there - even if it is blinding. Before she can stop herself, she rolls to her side and presses her hand to his chest, coming closer to rest against his side as she shudders and swallows. Focus. FOCUS. This was not a good idea. NOT at all.     She's now proped up over him, half draped across his chest if he's not shovd her off by now. Her head hovers over his and she is breathing through that silk mask rather audibly. The world starts to narrow down its bandwidth but now she's becoming hyper aware of him. "Peter." It's like she may have discovered something he had not shared wth her.
Spider-Man	"I know..." Peter says, and he does. Maybe not quite to the extent as she, his senses developed with him and he learned to control them and heighten them while in the city. Her's developed in a room, mostly by herself. That's a hard comparison, but he gets the jist. "It 'does' get easier." He says more firmly, fighting through the mind cloudiness of being this close to her. This is life or death if she's being hunted. He can't have her breaking down if they need to flee, which means he has to help her figure it out. "Alright..." Then her hand is on his chest and he sucks in a sharp breath. "..." It takes a second and just when he's feeling confident that he can speak up again, he's staring up at her kneeling down over top of him. "Uhhh... if this was a trick to get me into a make out session... you're getting top marks for you ingenuity, but..." He jerks his head to the side and down a little to indicate that there's people on the sidewalk.. some of them glancing up their way. His next words are quiet, "This is definitely showing up on youtube..."
Cindy Moon	When he notes others, it causes her to wince, the focus somewhat broken as her hand retracts and she climbs to her feet. Cindy frowns behind her web mask but its hard to see. Glancing back down at the figures she feels suddenly wary, looking around. Its hard to discern anything here - threat or otherwise - well save for the flame that is Peter. She withdraws, a breath exhaling as she nods. "Let us go," she says, blushing all over again as she's still dealing with the fact he was talking about making out. Nothing to see here.     She climbs off the next and onto the building, getting out of line of sight save for those looking out the windows at them. The world is too large and it takes her a moment as she turns about. "I forgot...I forgot about how big the city is. It looks so small on the television," she tells him.     She finally turns back towards him, nodding. "I will try.." but the world is battering at her head, wanting in, ready to overwhelm her again and its not really going well. A bead of sweat trickles from her hairline adown her temple.
Spider-Man	"It takes a lot of work to get them that small.. They called in Willy Wonka... it was a big thing." Peter sits up on the wall as if he's no more concern for gravity pulling him down than if it had been a chair in someone's livingroom. He's watching her from behind his mask, following her stare and then glancing back, "Ignore them. Focus on me." Which is probably not, exactly, the best advice.. but it helped so he runs with it. Then he too is standing and kneeling down a little at the waist to find her eyes, "You ready? I'm right beside you." He promises and nods towards another building, "You don't have to aim hard, just point and click. It's a leap of faith and I have faith in you."
Cindy Moon	Focus on him? A brow arches as Cindy casts a look his way and she glances at those she can still see. Her head is starting to ache but she's focusing on him. A slow nod is given to him in understanding as any sort of jests she may have - if any at all are broken in the moment. "Click?" She does not need to click, in fact when she lifts hand, she touches her pointer and middle finger to her other two and between them she pulsl strings out, showing him before she smiles, the motion clear behind that web mask. "More of a spider tahn you it would seem.." She steps up to the edge of the building they are on and with a jump, extends her hand as the silk shoots forward.     She launches into the air, looking back to him as her black hair streams behind her, her feet landing on the other building, causing her to run along it as she waits for the next direction, precious moments ticking past before she launches her next.     She keeps up, lagging behind a bit but she's determined - doggedly so. She even will make it to the apartment.
Spider-Man	"Hey, I'm a Spider ''Man'' okay? The distinction is important." Peter murmurs defensively and playfully jostles her shoulder before she shots off another silk line to take her in the direction of the apartment. He's not far behind, actually closer to infront since she doesn't know where his apartment is, but he's always keeping an eye turned towards her. True to his word, he wont let her faulter, and is there for every potential stutter. He's really good at this part of being Spider-Man. It might be his favorite PART of being Spider-Man, the webswinging. But then they're at his apartment and he's leading them inside via an open window on the sixth story of a beat up old tenament. The inside, also true to his word, is a fixer upper... but in his defense, it doesn't look like he's been here for a few weeks. "Okay, so this is casa de spidey.." Snatching up an old container of takeaway to toss at a trash can full of such take away containers. Full enough that it just falls back onto the floor. He stares at it a second, then turns to face her, "Would you rather a hotel?"
Cindy Moon	Upon entering she tears the duffle off and goes to set it down to try to collapse with the excessive stress she feels. There is a smell but..what it is is not clear until he tosses that food aside. Her eye twitches and she turns her attention to him. "It smells." She remarks, but part of that is him and that is..comforting? Its a strange thing to feel as she rubs a hand to her shoulder and steps aobut, slowly getting a look as her head continues to throb, beating a steady pulse at her temples.     "No..I do not have money. This is fine, I just. I can cook. I mean I cooked for myself so I am sure. I can get you a list of what I need, I still remember how mother made her dumplings," she remarks softly.     She clears her throat as she points to the trash. "That needs to go out and well, it should be okay." She doesn't sound like she plans on staying long so fresh paint and the like is not something she is considering at present. She does turn to look at him then, her hand lifting to pull the silk away from her lips and chin, she tosses it into the trash. "You can stay in your bed. If you have a bed? I can make a hammock." She wiggles her fingers. "But you have to have scented candles or something."
Spider-Man	Pete turns around in a small circle, looking at the apartment he hasn't been in in quite a while. At first he wasn't sure why he kept paying the rent, but now it all sort of makes sense. Then his eyes are drawn to something on one of the desks and he snaps his wrist out to splatter webbing on a photograph in a frame beside broken computer parts. He yanks it towards him and glances back at Cindy, "uh... yeah.. yeah okay that works. I'll get the trash out. Just make a list or something.." His heart is hammering again and he feels crazy in his own skin. It makes no sense. "Did this ever happen to us when we were in school?" He doesn't think so and looks dubious to have even asked. Rather than think about it, which is hard to not think about, he shakes his head and lays the photograph flat on the table beside him. "I'll take that trash right out." Moving to collect it and then towards the window with his hands twisting off the top into a tight knot. "I'm right out here. Don't mind Spider-Eye.." There's a drone in one of the corners of the apartment peeking out from the side of the bed, "Tony sent him. He watches the place while I'm gone... he's harmless though. I think."
Cindy Moon	Cindy's eyes follow what he grabs with keen interest. Her head snapping after it but does not ask him anything about it. She instead is standing center of the main room with her bag at her feet. The world outside is still battering at her reserves, feeling a bit weak, Cindy watches him scramble to clean up the smell from his apartment and then glances back over her shoulder at the eye. Her lips part and close, pressing to a thin line and only after he's stepped out does she approach the photo. Slowly she lifts it, glancing down at the frame's contents for all but a few seconds, her thumb brushing across it. She sets it down slowly and steps back, acting like she saw nothing. It's his life after all and Cindy has just crashed into it. She moves towards the kitchen area, going for the refridgerator.     Pulling the door open she peers inside, bending inward to get a look and sniff around at it. She makes a face as well and then pauses, leaning her forehead against the side of the door so she can feel the cool wash over her skin. She sighs and closes her eyes. For all that is good in the world she feels like her head is splitting.     She is making mental notes of things she needs and then starts going through the cupboards for cooking implements.
Spider-Man	Peter reappears int he window after depositing the trash, at least the obvious bag anyways, into the dumpster in the alley. He needed the space, his head was throbbing, and it was getting hard for him to concentrate now that he didn't have teaching her to focus on. Crouching there in the open portal it rushes right back at him like a wave crashing on the surf... With arms on his thighs, he turns his head slightly to regard the dingy and stagnant smelling apartment with a swell of embarassment he's not felt in... at least three months. "It got me through collage." Motioning around at the apartment, "and most of my post-grade." There are tall stacks of notepads on almost every flat surface containing equations, both chemistry and more complex physics, and at least one thick tome of a school book. "I..." Pulling his mask off, he steps into the single room studeo apartment with a little frown, doggedly trying to unmat his hair from his face. "Cindy.. listen. I don't know what this is..." Motioning back and forth between them, "But it's strong and we have to figure out what's causing it if this is..." Motioning at the apartment with his hands turned down, "Is going to work.. but one day you're going to laugh at a joke or we're going to be watching Reruns of Saved by the Bell laughing about what complete trash Zach Morris was.. and ''BANG''... you get me here? This is weird. It needs addressing in a mature and controled environment."
Cindy Moon	Cindy's head is throbbing already and when he comes sliding back in to show off his apartment, Cindy offers a faint smile. It seems like an attempt at one anyways. She's never had to smile for someone before..well not in a long time. She considers him as she is about to say something when he cuts himself off and she clears her throat. Awkwardly she stands there, poised in the space between the main room and kitchnette as her eyes fixate on him. Shaking her head, she spreads her hands a bit but looks finally lost. "I.." she clears her throat again and she crosses the room slowly towards him but stops herself. Better not.     "I do not know. Bit by the same spider? We were both there that day our lives changed, I suspect that is what happened to you right?" It makes sense really considering the commenalities. "Instinct? Something familiar? If this is too much or you are..uncomfortable because of someone else I can go?" She offers him in a half question. ARE YOU? Are you with someone else? Someone distinctively beautiful to the point that she finds it irritating and nearly caused her to toss the picture out the window. This can not be healthy.
Spider-Man	She saw the picture. Peter isn't even sure how he knows that, but he knows it to the core of his soul and he glances that way as if accusing it, turned down on the desk, of double crossing him. "I'm not uncomfortable..." He is. "I'm just saying that we need to figure it out so we don't lose our minds, ya know?" No, why would he want to do that? He blinks a few times and blows out a long sigh, laying his mask ontop of the photograph. "I -was-.." He says evenly, holding up a hand, that then rubs the back of his neck. He needs a haircut. "We were engaged. But it's over... has been for a few months. I haven't gotten rid of all the.. stuff.." Pictures, probably clothes, not that Betsy would have ever been caught dead in this pig pin. So probably not clothes. "It's not about that though." His breathing is getting heavy and he shakes his head violently to clear it, rubbing at the side of his face. It's easier if he doesn't look right at Cindy... but not much. "We just met again after nine years.. you disappeared and then we fight ''sorta'' fight in a bunker and.. I'm... you know.. like... kind of traditional? I guess? Something.. I don't know, you have admit this isn't exactly the way this is suppose to work."
Cindy Moon	"I am sorry." That seems like the right thing to say even if relief floods through her. WHY is relief flooding through her? Its awkward and it is getting worse as he explains everything and her expression goes blank, as if she's overloaded by her senses and then him. Cindy stares at him and then through him as she finally blinks when he says about being traditional. "I am sorry what? What do you mean by traditional?" Pause. "Oh." Ding ding ding. She clears her throat and she lifts her chin, her hand scratching at her collarbone suddenly. Its ithcy for some reason.     "Nothing about our lives is the way it is supposed to work, Peter. At least mine." She tries at a joke but its timing is off and she knows it. She shifts on her feet, suddenly looking down at the floor as if it might give her answers. "I can go somewhere else. I can respect your choices." She says. Though Cindy has had no experiences whatsoever in any realm regarding relationships and right now the blush is real and its aggravating. She looks serene on the outside but there is a rich hue spreading steadily towards her ears.
Spider-Man	"Well, let's not be so hasty..." Peter pats the air, "I'm not kicking you out and I'm not saying we can't figure this situation down to make it work." He doesn't want her to go, for a lot of reasons, but... he wont deny that there's a draw.. an attraction to something coming off her that he neither has an explanation for or understands in the slightest. "We just need to be careful, you know?" Because.. he motions with both hands.. He has no idea. "You're seeing the world for the first time in a decade, at least out here." Indicating the window and his apartment and just everything. "I want you to acclimate, I want you to understand your abilities as it relates to the world you're in. I want to protect you.. but most of all, and I stress this for emphasis not some weird inclination, I want you to ''stay''.."
Cindy Moon	Protect her? Ezekiel wanted much the same and suddenly the apartment is feeling like the bunker without all the benefits. Like shutting out the sense that is killing her nerves. She is on edge at present but when he says he wants her to stay, that is enough for her. Cindy's expression changes before she can stop it and she closes the distance to him. She halts just as she gets close enough to touch, her hands flexing at her side and tensing. Nostrils flare and it is obvious that she senses it too, rather keenly considering everything else that is going on in her head. Swallowing heavily she gives a very slow nod. "I want to stay too." Well really she has no where else to go save far away which could be ideal.     "Thank you, Peter," Cindy finally offers. That blush still readily apparent as she can not seem to back up but she's also refusing herself the ability to step forward. The moments they had touched were nearly her undoing and currently she's staring at him as if she might jump him - sorry.
Spider-Man	There's a change in the temperature for a second and Pete really isn't sure what caused it until she steps towards him suddenly. His eyes shoot open wide and he preps himself for the sudden, but inevitable, treachery! When it doesn't come he realizes how silly he must look all scrunched up with a hand up to defend his face... and clear his throat awkwardly when it's to say she wants to say as well. Too close. He's running out of ways to give them distance from one another without looking like it's intentional. He's also running out of the nerve to keep doing so. There goes his heart again and his brow furrowing dangerously, face scrunching up like someone trying to hold back a fart in line at the grocery store. "..." He clears his throat again, licking his suddenly desert wasteland lips. "So..." He can't even look away from her, just stands there staring like an idiot. "Uhh... what's your favorite color?" Sheepish, goofy grin.
Cindy Moon	Yes. Too close. Cindy does not care though as she stands there and watches his reaction. "Usually this is where the two heroes kiss, like in the movies," Cindy remarks. Is she serious? She looks like she might be as she counters his question about colors. "Monty Python..." she's had nothing but time for movies and she gets the references. "What is the air speed of an unladen sparrow?" She asks back at him, her expression softening a little but those honey colored eyes are focused on him, her breathing coming just as quickly as his. Wetting her lips she tries a crooked smile bit its all awkward and strange on her expression. She seems to realize it and looks past him at the wall. This is not easy at all.     She sucks in a breath and scratches at her neck again. ITCHY. She is recognizing tis feeling to be associated with Peter and she does her best to drag her hand away and then swing her arms back and forth. Not awkward.
Spider-Man	Peter almost does, but it's more of an uncontrolled sway in Cindy's direction than any deliberate intent to kiss her because it's getting really hot in here, "Is it getting hot in here? It is.." No, it literally is. Pete reaches up to touch Cindy's arm, since has to pass her on the way to the thermostat, and immediately feels that flash running up his palm all the way to the nerve center of his brain. With great effort, he pulls his hand away and walks backwards in the direction of said thermostat... In the back of his head he's thinking; ''how long can you keep this up, honestly?'' And he doesn't know. The wall hits him in the back, right between the shoulders with the knob that controls the temperature in the room, which he turns towards to adjust it a little.
Cindy Moon	What did she say? Everything. Cindy has said everything and maybe she need not say anything at all. She is doing everything she can not to touch him back and so when he back ups she slowly turns to follow him with her gaze. Its like she's laser guided. Okay so this is not a romantic comedy or any romantic moment and part of Cindy is cursing those damned movies she cried over all alone. She straightens up and tries not interpret her life in terms of hollywood but damn it is hard. She starts to try to make sense. "Food, we need food, your fridge is not stocked and well we are going to be hunry. I need some pain meds..ear plugs.. and I think I am going to take a shower." Get some space, get away, get rid of the grime she feels off of her from moving and breathing city air.     She side steps and for all her senses misses the placement of her duffle and ends up sprawlinga cross the floor. She quickly gets to her feet and is incredibly bright red as she fumbles with the bathroom door. "Its okay if you do not want to kiss me. This is not a movie. We are not..yeah okay.." She is pulling a Peter and fumbles with the old circular knob. What the the hever living is that anyways? She gets it open and means to shove the door closed with a loud bang.
Spider-Man	Peter is right there when she stumbles. He is ''really'' fast.. but she's just as fast and before he can do anything about it, she's slamming the door to the bathroom... the only door in the apartment that doesn't lead outside. Standing there, he puts his forehead to the door with one palm up beside it. "Cindy.." He says quietly through it, knowing that the apartment walls are too thin for her NOT to hear him, even if she doesn't answer. "I do.." He says, swallowing back all that sand from his dry tongue down an equally dry throat. "I have since the second we were in the same room. It's all I can do not to.. it's literally the only thing I've thought about for hours." The entire swing was a Mulligan, he was genuinely worried about her after she lost control the first time. "But I want to make sure I want to for the right reasons. Do you really want this to be because of some crazy hormonal attraction that you have no control over?" He sighs quietly and bangs the flat of his palm lightly against the bathroom. "I'll go get some groceries..." He says, pushing off the door in the direction of the window. THWIP, a line draws his mask into his palm to begin pulling it into place. "I... I'll get us a movie to watch too. Maybe we can just... I don't know, like have dinner and watch a movie..." It sounds like a date. "I just hate the thought that I'm.." He shakes his head and grabs both sides of the window to lever himself up onto the ledge, prepared to leap out onto a webline. "I'll be back soon..." Hoping she doesn't leave when he's gone.
Cindy Moon	Cindy does not answer, the lock was depressed and she is now deathly quiet. She is there on the other side, he can sense her and she him but she is staring at the door as if it is talkng to her. Her hands lift to her head and she waits, the thrumming presence of Peter too much as she closes her eyes. When he finally starts to grow distant she lets out a breath and wraps her arms around herself. It is a mere few moments of weakness before she turns about and looks at herself in the mirror. She tugs at her dark hair and runs her fingers through it before she turns away.     The time apart is good but she may never tell him that even while he's gone she can tell where he is. Senses him and more. Cold shower.     She's not in the apartment when he gets back but she's close. Just somewhere higher. The roof. Perched at the back edge she is sits there, watching the world around her in a simple black v-neck tshirt and a pair of athletic capris. Simple, practical clothes that do nothing to define the woman.
Spider-Man	Pete returns to find an empty apartment, several bags of groceries hooked in his elbow. He deposits on the counter since he can instinctively feel precisely where Cindy is and puts away some of the more spoil sensitive sundries in the fridge before heading to the bathroom himself to change out of this costume. It's starting to smell a little ripe... he's been wearing it in mid summer heat all day.. there's no real insulation to speak of either. When he appears on the roof it's through the door leading to the stairs down into the apartment wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants. It's a HUFFLEPUFF4LIFE shirt because Spidey is hufflepuff, prove me wrong. He's got on a pair of sneakers that pad quietly over to where she's sitting to join her in a huffing drop. His knees up with his arms loosely wrapped around his calfs, bottle of water in his fingers which he jerks up and over in her direction offering it. "I.." He shakes his head and looks down at the gravel between his legs.
Cindy Moon	"I knew where you were, the whole time. You are like a bright light amongst all the noise. It helps." Cindy says without looking at him. When the motion of the water is made she turns her head to look at him and reach out to take it. "Thank you." She says and turns it over, carefully removing the top to drink from it, more thirsty than she had realized. Her dark hair still damp, hanging around her features. "No need to say anything." She glances at his shirt and there is a tick of a smile. "Always thought I was a Hufflepuff do but I think I might be a Huffledor," she expresses and offers the bottle back at him. "Movies were my thing for nine years. I think that just makes all this all the awkward," she intones. She left when she was fourteen.     "Cooking is another thing I can do. I loved Masterchef on the television...watched the episodes over and over. Pretty sure I learned that egg yolks make everything richer." She's blathering now and snaps her mouth closed as she awkwardly snorts and covers her mouth with her hand. Awkward. Cindy feels it on the edge of her skin and tries to ignore how he warms her much like the sun would. Don't look. It's bright and makes your eyes water.     "I do not think we are never going to stop feeling this."
Spider-Man	The whole time Peter stares out over the city visible from the roof of his apartment. It isn't the best neighborhood, but it's quiet.. at least for Brooklyn. The fact he's not looking at her doesn't mean he's not listening, nor that he can't see her. He doesn't have to see her, he can literally feel her like a furnace beside her. Heating every nerve ending and tickling the hairs at the back on the back of his neck. He does laugh a little, a chortling sound, when she says she's a Huffledor and then starts rambling about all the episodes of Masterchef. It's strange really, outside of that costume he's more like the teenager from Queens. Quieter, no less awkward, but nearly as confident either. Then she speaks that last part and he nods slowly. "Me either." He says and reaches over with his hand turned with his fingers spread out. It's been... a few hours? And he's offering to hold someone's hand. So he grew up with her, kind of, it's still strange. But it just happened... and he can't bring himself to move it now.
Cindy Moon	There is some measure of normal about her, even if it comes in the form of shows and movies. Cindy has a protected view of the world, never truly part of all the trouble or distruction that went on after her change. She wets her lips and feels the chapped edges, dragging at them wtih her teeth to worry them away, causing her mouth to sting. She is about to say something when he does and she can feel that hand move. Her senses light up and she turns her head, drawing in a deep breath. For a moment she stares at his hand and then her own reaches out rather slowly. For Cindy this is the awkward teen moments - she never had them before now. It is a good thing Peter has not changed that much, just gotten older.     She keeps herself from blurting out that this is when the tender lean in happens and the boyfriend kisses the girl's temple or forehead. She should in theory be dying of some disease if that is the case but poison spider bites surely counts for something. NONE OF THIS. She says none of it and instead curls her hand around his, fitting her fingers between his own. Learning from movies definitely makes her a romantic and she can not help the smile or likewise the blush that creeps across her cheeks. "Spider-Man...he is definitely a Huffleclaw..you were always so smart, Peter. Maybe you are a Huffledor now that you have all your strength."
Spider-Man	This wasn't ever something Peter was very good at. Someone once told someone else; how did he ever bagged a girl like Betsy Braddock? The truth is, he has no idea. He's pretty sure it had something to do with being spider-man, though. All that is a whirlwind on the best of days, anyways. Memories he has, but aren't really sure where they came from. Right now, sitting on a roof looking at the city with his fingers in Cindy Moon's.. who really just met again after nine years, a few hours ago, things make even LESS sense. And a lot more. He knows these memories doesn't he? These are his and he can share in creating them. "Maybe." He says with a little grin and a side glance over at the small woman beside him. Two fingers touch at a strand of damp dark hair and push it off her brow to expose her forehead. Those same movies? He's seen them. He's a hopeless romantic if ever there were one, but he's also a pragmatic man. A very smart, very cautious pragmatic man.
Cindy Moon	These are the first moments of Cindy, the connection there not because of her own shy interests but because of something else. His touch is like energy flowing through her fingertips and then finally his touch at her hair. It pushes those silky black strands away from her face and earns him an expectant look. Yep, she's thinking of those movies and part of her is quick to try to look away. Boy and girl. Not really that so much anymore as her hand flexes in his and her skin where his fingers brush seems to burn still with his touch. "I think I am right. Spider-Man is Huffledor and the Peter Parker I remember is definitely a Hufflepuff." She says and draws a breath. "Though that feels like a life time ago."     Girls don't go in for the kiss. Not true. They do sometimes but ratio wise it is mostly the men that do. But are they that even? Strange cross breeds between spiders may not have the stereotypes apply. "What is your favorite color?" she asks of him, trying to lean into his own awkwardness but for her it does not quite work the same as her hand squeezes his, a strange thrill running up her spine when she does.
Spider-Man	Peter knows what that look is and he almost does. Almost being important. Peter Parker has a lot of willpower. Spider-Man has been shot, stabbed, beat up, burned, broken and hit by every imaginable object under the sun. The News calls him a menace and people call him awkward at every step. He's awe struck by heroes he meets and dumbfounded by how he's held in the same caliber as them. He's thankful for every opportunity and helpful to a fault. He would leap off this building right now to save a kitten in a tree. But for the life of him, he can't kiss the girl. Even with every nerve burning to do so, even with an invitation practically written on her face screaming ''hey dumbass, you can totally kiss me'', he can't kiss the girl. There's another feeling inside of him too. It's buried beneath an animal like attraction to Cindy and hard to see at first glance, but it burns every bit as bright if only under the surface. It guides him like a rocket towards every target.. it pushes him up out of the mud when he's beaten down in the face of unsurmountable adversity. Guilt. It eats away at his stomach like a cancer. He doesn't want to hurt Cindy. He feels guilty about Betsy. He feels guilty about feeling guilty about Betsy. And his head is spinning like a top on the razors edge, threatening to tople down off the edge of the building into oblivion below. He takes a deep breath and lays his head foreward into his palm to hide his face behind his fingers and completely misses Cindy's question.
Cindy Moon	She has seen enough movies to know this is nto going right. Not one bit and as she watches him turn his head away and into his hand she feels her shoulders rising as if she were turtling. Like she might wish to hide she turns her head away from him and part of her nearly darts back but instead she knows that sigh means something. She also remembers the picture and she carefully squeezes his hand and then extracts her own. "The city has changed. You may not see it like do...but it feels..darker. At the same time like the corners have been illuminated." That and the constant beating presence of everyone around them has her slowly pushing herself up. "I am going to go see what I can cook." Because feeling useful and not playing this back and forth with him is desireable. But she's not Spider-Man - Cindy is dead or so thought to be. Or maybe some thing she switched schools but she's not on anyone's radar anymore so she hurries. She clears her throat, feeling that odd draw to him and fighting tit at every turn. Its a strange thing to do, instinct has always run high on her list of things to follow and now? Now she's choking on it.     "Promise it will be edible," she remarks and takes a step back, heading for the side of the building so she can climb down into the window she crawled out of. As her back turns she feels her whole body go tense and her resolve settle in about her. The bunker right now is sounding more appealing by the moment.
Spider-Man	What does he really have to feel guilty about? His mind is so wrapped up in his thoughts that he almost misses the exchange, even though he intrensically feels the momentum shift in Cindy. Peter lifts his head at her statement and looks over at her while she's standing up, seperating her hand from his. Maybe that's for the better though. Was it a mistake? His body is all tense and his chest is burning with anxiety he hasn't felt in forever. A thrill slowly dying, a fire dowsed soundly by buckets of cold water splashed hap-hazardly. It's left him sitting on the roof alone, but has it ever ''gotten'' him anything? He watches Cindy disappear, nodding after her promise that whatever she cooks will be edible, but even the sharp tongued spiderman couldn't talk Peter out of this hole. His throat is so dry as she starts crawling down the side of the building towards the open window of the apartment. THWIP A shadow appears above Cindy as she nears the window several stories below where she left him sitting alone. Then he's right there beside her, swinging in at an angle that is clearly meant to pin her against the wall. One foot is out to the side of her ankle and a palm rests against the wall near her shoulder, but he's face to face with her. There's no way she doesn't feel him coming, though. So he's counting on her being a little startled by how out of character it is to win him this small victory he didn't know he was going for. "This isn't a movie, Cindy... This is real life. And I'm Spider-Man." He tells her in a voice that isn't bragging, but matter of fact. "I'll never kiss you like it's a romantic comedy. The sooner you realize that, the happier I think we'll both be." The words might be harsh, but the tone is not. Nor is the fact that he's leaning in to kiss her. Guilt be damned.
Cindy Moon	Life is going to be a long road Cindy is only starting to realize. A lot of pitfalls and learning to be had. Not to mention trying to adapt to everyone else that is not Peter. That alone has been a sharp learning curve and one she's starting to become intimately aware of with every passing moment. Little losses here and there and whatever she had been relying on to guide her through this mess of strange feelings shared between them is not supporting her at all. In fact it seems to be doing just the opposite and mentally she talks herself out of trying anything of the sort - but then its all she's got as references. She's a twenty-four year old with no life experience and a large library of movies as her tutors. She's feeling a bit more like every moment she is trying to remember how to breathe.     Even this one. This one is not in any movie she has seen but as she turns to catch sight of him, her hands going behind her so that her back is to the wall, she near strikes. Instinct is real and he can see that primal look on her face when he pins her. It is gone in a flash when he speaks. The sun. Its so bright and right in front of her. The thrill zips up through her spine and her lips part as Cindy means to retort but that sun is ready to burn her now. But he's not the sun and she is suddenly feeling she is basking when she doesn't fight it anymore.     Her first kiss.     Cindy goes still as soon as his lips connect with her's. That little zip of thrill that ran up her spine from moments before is replaced by a shiver that runs through her whole body. Eyes close and she feels her legs take her weight and his frame receive the rest of what is left as her hands pull away from the wall to rest her hands upon his shoulders so that she can kiss him back.     The sun definitely does not burn. No. But she feels like she is bursting into flame suddenly and the motions are restrained but soon not. Her hands lift to cradle his jaw to keep his lips against her own. Released from a bunker she had seen nearly a decade in, meeting a high school friend, learning he is Spider-Man and now kissing him. This has been a DAY.
Spider-Man	Peter isn't sure what the hell came over him, except that he couldn't ignore it anymore. Sitting on that roof pining for someone that's been out of his life a decade, who he never had these thoughts about in School save what any boy might for any girl. It wasn't - this -. This is fire that hurts NOT to touch. The further he pulls back away from it, the more it hurt until he was dying from the agony through every nerve of his body. Against her, against the wall, Peter trembles like something cold ran up his spine. The touch of their lips is a sparking igniting an explosion of powder buried in his chest like a November Fifth treason plot. Only this time nobody shows up to stop it. He has no intentions of moving, but her hands on his face only assure him that he's fine in his assessment of the situation. If it's going to be her first kiss, and it's probably a good thing he doesn't know that, be damned if it wont be one to remember. Slowly, even tenderly, he's pulling back and then forward to rest on his elbows moved to rest on either side of her temple so that his hands can trace the line of her hair run along her forehead. Tracing the curl of bangs that frame her face trying to sort through everything he's feeling like the details of a radio instructions written in a foreign language. "So..." He finally manages with a nervous laugh. "Remember when you tried to kick my butt for opening your bunker door and said what a horrible mistake I made?" He murmurs, quiet, this is for just the two of them. Not that anyone else would or could care to see them. "I bet you feel pretty silly about that now...."
Cindy Moon	This is much better than a tender rooftop kiss. Way better than that rushing moment when the lovers run at each other. This is them. THEM. Cindy recognizes that kisses are not all the same suddenly and is very glad as she tilts her head up to try to continue it - but all good things must come to an end. She exhales through her nose and eyes remain closed when he plays at her hair but they both remain caught against the side of the building in a way that is not human possible. Added point for positioning being a factor into remembering this kiss. Who could forget. Eyes slowly open when he speaks and Cindy arches a brow.     "No, I do not feel silly just....well glad you did. I would have remained there until the world ended or I did." Somber Cindy. She realizes it quickly as she chases her breath.     The hands at his jaw lower, though one strays to brush at the back of his neck. A slow smile starts to spread to her lips and that blush is back again. It spreads quickly as she leans in, the tip of her nose brushing his. She is still picking her cues from movies but its all she's got. Those are her moves. Sorry Peter.     "Could you kiss me again?" She asks. Its a silly thing to say but she is not ready yet to just grab him by the scruff and mash her face against his. There is still a part of fourteen year old Cindy locked away in the woman's body he is not pinning to a wall. Lets talk about that yeah? A hand slides around him to grasp at his shirt, curling her fingers into the fabric at his back. Attraction is more than there as her heart rushes.
Spider-Man	Peter keeps tracing the outline of her face framed in dark hair, "Yes." He tells her finally after a long drawn out pause to regard her at a too close angle for the rapid beating of his heart thumping against HER chest too because he's pressed up against her on the wall. "But not on the wall. This is silly, there's a perfectly good couch in the apartment where we can watch Stripes, because Bill Murrey is a genius, eat food, and then pretend like we're fifteen year old kids who's parents are out for the night. Making out watching the door like ''is that them? no... someone get some chapstick, gawd I can't feel my lips.''.. It's not pleasant, Cindy, and I only recommend it self servingly." He doesn't want to move though and his body doesn't want to cooperate with him moving. She's grabbing at his shirt and he glances back with a raised brow, "Come on." He pulls himself up to stand on the wall, offering her his hand to help up from her back. "Let's go see what kind of crazy rom com nonsense we can get into?" Grinning now, feeling relieved that he let his guard down a little. He doesn't have to always be hyper vigilante does he?
Cindy Moon	He may be awkward but there is one thing about Peter - charming enough to win over the socially inept Cindy. When he mentions Stripes and a Rom Com moments later she lets out a laugh. Seems a strange thing coming from her but it is there and it surprises even her to a degree. She rises with his help and without even a second thought for how they are walking, her hair falling to the side with their stance going somewhat perpendicular to the ground. She remarks, "I still have to cook so...good thing your apartment is all one room, otherwise you would have to act out the movie for me. I am told charades is still a thing." Told. By no one.     Climbing back into the window she feels like some great weight is gone, some strange barrier between them but it does not stop the strange sensation from being there. The draw to him that remains even after that kiss - possibly made more apparent as her attention drifts back over her shoulder at him on her way to the refridgerator to poke around at what he brought back. See if anything is at all useable at present.     She hums as she does, some simple song that she picked up. "I want someone to remind me to wear sunscreen and take my vitamins, when it slips my mind.." Hum hum hum.
Spider-Man	Peter laughs quietly and slips into the apartment with a practiced ease of years in this little tiny squat of a place, always coming in by the window. If his landlord ever saw him in the hallway, he'd probably lose his mind. "Yeah, it's a palace..." He chids of his little slice of New York, pushing it closed behind them once they're inside. He's no less awkward now that they've kissed. If anything, he's a little more so.. there's no guilt and he certainly has no regrets, but now the tough part of following up something like that with something that's not nearly as cool as that. This is his life in a nutshell. "Hey, what's that song?" He turns towards her, double pointing at whatever it she's humming. The inclination to slip up behind her while she's getting things put out to cook is very strong, but rather than doing so, he kicks off his sneakers and leaps over the back of the couch to get something put on the television. It's not Stripes, that's for when they can both sit down to eat, but just some background noise.
Cindy Moon	"It serves a purpose," Cindy says, somewhat defensibly of the new place she just an hour before was saying stank. It still stinks but there is a strange edge to her walk that was not there before. She gets to the fridge, pulling it open she begins to pull out the beginnings of what she thinks coudl be a thai curry. She is humming still but stops when he asks her the song. It gives her pause, "Uhhh Sunscreen by Ira Wolf," she supplies. Her head tilts and she pauses, as if determining where to start and then begins from the beginning again as she manages to find a really eat up cutting board.     The kitchen is not as stocked as the bunker but she makes due, workng at dicing up potatos and the like, its not squash and so forth but she is working with what Peter calls groceries. She continues to sing with the steady chop of a knife on a board through vegetables and then chicken is taken out as a pot pick enough for what she wants is found next. Onward she goes.     She is making herself at home in this moment, a few glances sent his way and when things are set on the stove to simmer in some broth she is the one to broach that distance between them and climb over the couch, flopping next to him. Do they touch after that? She glances aside at him - distance broached but still a foot between.
Spider-Man	Peter has his feet up on a batup old coffee table that he had to have gotten from some swap meet or garage sale. It's got charm though, history in the wood, so it fits in amidst the arid, yeah it stinks, but otherwise rustic apartment he's suddenly sharing with Cindy Moon. Who, he continuously notes with glances up and over the back of the couch, is making dinner for them with whatever he thought she might need since there was some confusion with the grocery list. In that he forgot to get one. The broth smells pretty good and by the look of things, Pete is use to eating whatever he can order in, so it's bound to be good enough for him no matter what it is. He doesn't complain much anyways. Not even when she puts her FEET on his COUCH... All the while watching her with a grin and a palpation in his chest that still feels like something alien and unknown. "You know this is still really nuts right?" Some of the hesitation is out of his voice now. Even if there's a little edge to it. Ever the cautious man, he eyes the space between them with his tongue dashing across his bottom lip for a second and then bobs his gaze between the television and Cindy. "You okay with this?" Pointing at the space and wiggling his finger back and forth with a raised brow.
Cindy Moon	"You are asking me that this is nuts after I was locked away for nine years...and if I am okay with normal? Or well what is normal for most?" Cindy honestly looks at him, "I am not sure about either of them." She wants to creep across that distance, crawl towards him and be near him no matter how it ends up. The want to has her scooting closer but she's got a handle on it - she thinks. That wall kiss is something that has her control wavering as she remembers it. Remember it she does. Eyes glance to the tv and around. "My option is to go bad and wait for the next person to find me. And it won't be you. You already did." She points out and wrinkles her nose as she sits back, pulling her legs to her chest to keep from climbing all over him like the urge is bidding her to do.     She squeezes her legs to her and draws a deep breath. "I am okay with it. What other way is my story supposed to go? Be alone forever in hiding or be found by Spider-Man..Peter Parker and do something with my gifts?" She casts him a look. "All these stories go the same..I have to be a hero."
Spider-Man	"Uhh.." Peter just sort of stares at her when she starts talking, but a grin is growing on his face until it nearly splits his face in half. "Listen..." He starts, covering his mouth so it doesn't look like he thinks anything she's doing is funny. It isn't, he doesn't think it's funny at all. Okay, maybe a little, but it's situational humor! "I don't want you to go back to the bunker and wait for someone else to find you..." He tilts his head once he's got his grin under control and drops his hand down on an out stretched thigh. "I found you... strange as it all turned out six hours-" Or more, let's be honest, "-later, I... well I really expected like a meth lab, maybe some gun runners.. and I ended up kissing Cindy Moon?" he scoffs and waves a hand in a mock dismissive gesture, looking back at the tv with his arm cocked back up on the sofa so his hand is dangling into that space between them. "AND, for the record, and your information-" Sassy neck motion, "I was asking if you were okay with the space between us... You know like, hey girl, wanna come snuggle?"
Cindy Moon	Revelations are had and Cindy is left staring at the space between them. Her head turns to look at the stove and what is simmering for them before she needs to get up and do the attending of it. There is a slow smile that spreads despite her embarrassed blushing - she's doing a lot of that around him. It's an odd thing and she's not entirely sure she likes that feeling - maybe some times. She clears her throat. "Oh, well then. No. I am not okay with the distance or so my senses tell me." She wets her lips and then eyes the food again. Cooking. One thing she's had time to refine is being abandoned for Peter Parker. Her day has gone from just another Wednesday in Bunker Unknown to first kiss and now snuggling as she cooks for Spider-Man.     She does more than span the gap she climbs right into his lap. Instincts point to yes. But then she is there and its nice but she's realizing its a bit much to be straddling him and she quickly coughs, tucking her hair back behind her ear while slinking back off his lap to try to tuck in at his side. Socially acceptable position. Achievement Unlocked. Not pinned to a wall, not a near rom com forehead kiss, not senses gone wild lap straddle but cute and safe side snuggle if she's not outright scared him off the couch.
Spider-Man	Peter follows Cindy's glance back to the cooking pots on the stove with a raised brow, "If they start to catch fire..." He begins to assure her, "We'll know." Tilting his head in her direction so that he's half looking up his forehead in her direction. "I've eaten burnt hotdogs off a roller grill in a stale bun, Cindy..." One finger points over towards the kitchenette, "That's going to be a gourmet meal no matter w-" She's in his lap.. and he's got his hands out in surprise. Eyes wide as she's just suddenly there. He's not use to that, but he's not put off by it either. It might be the magnetic attraction speaking, still... he doesn't really care now that the gate is opened. "A little early for ... uh.. desert." He says apologetically even as she's sliding back in beside him so that his arm can hook around her outer shoulder. "Which made me sound like a lowkey creep.. hey girl, what's for desert?" Mocking himself, facepalming with his free hand, and head shaking. "We need to work on some ground rules... I think that's a good idea. So, uh... I think.. maybe we should.. I uh.. you know? Wait?" But he also said he wasn't going to kiss her. The rules of this game are ''not'' fair. "I mean at least a little while, you know? Anticipation, romance.. I can't believe we-.." He lulls his head back with his mouth wide and his adams apple rising and lowering steadily as he clucks his tongue. "Any rules?" His head remains back.
Cindy Moon	Cindy is not tracking as she is busy trying to find a measure of normal pace to their reactions. She tugs her t-shirt back down into place, glancing up at him as those little sublt cues at first are lost on her but with Peter its going to be a sharp learning curve. A brow arches and she shifts her legs up onto the couch as her knees bump his thigh. "Anticipation? We kissed already...oh..OH." It dawns on her what he means as if someone had flipped the switch. She flusters a bit but she's not really denying any of it. "Well Peter, we will put it this way. That was my first kiss," she remarks as she manages to look coy - because she really is. She ducks her head a bit, blushing again as she gets pointedly distracted by the TV.     That's right. Wall pin was her first kiss and the smell of curry - thanks to coriander and cumin is starting to fill the room. She breathes it in and glances again over her shoulder before her eyes have to once more slip across his face. "Rules? Well uhhhh ask first? No don't. I really liked the kiss and you did not ask. I. Well....lets just see how it goes?" She sounds hopeful at the very least as she shoots him a smile and leans her head into his shoulder. Its an odd angle - how do people make this look comfortable?
Spider-Man	"ooh..." Peter repeats, but then she drops that bomb on him and he gulps a little, "Oh..." This time saying it in his own right, jaw sort of going slack at the notion that Cindy's first kiss was their first kiss and... "Well that's a lot to unpack.." He rubs at the bridge of his nose with his eyes cut towards her, "I feel like a complete jerk now. I should have known that, all the signs where there." They really were in hindsight. "Let's try this again." He holds up his hands, patting the air, but only with one hand because the other is wrapped around Cindy and for the life of him he can't get it to move. They're going to have a talk about that later, him and his arm. "''Really'' slow. This is becoming pretty impressively rom comish despite my best intentions for it not to, ya know that?" He's still having trouble with the whole thing. They're cuddled on his couch... and it's not been an appropriate length of time for that in his, admittedly, limited experience. "I think we've glossed over some important things and I blame myself.. What if this isn't a romcom? What if it's a horror movie? What if the forces of some dark entity are drawing us together so as to have us birth the anti-spider? Have you consider that?" Who would ever consider that?
Cindy Moon	"Everyone has a first kiss, Peter, stop acting surprised," bunker girl says. She tries to right this quickly sinking ship by being realistic. Realistic until he starts to call it a rom com and she mmmmms, "Well there is always heart ache and silly mistakes before everything ends happily. SO I could be okay with that," She admits. Definitely not he worst movie ending ever. She does stop though, the twitch in her arm coming from his being wrapped around her. They had kept distance for what...the first four hours and now this. It is fast but then her experience is far more limited than his own.     "You were just telling me not that long ago to not be so glass half full..no empty and to have it filled immediately. I think this could apply," she frowns at him but then there is a sizzle from the stove and that is enough to get her to move. Food is being harmed.     She shrugs off his arm desptie the need to be near him. She instead rushes over to the stove, trasping the handle of the metal pan. Bad idea. She jerks her hand back and then looks for a cloth. An old distowel is grabbed and wrapped around it so she can move the pan over and then uses the plastic stirring spoon to shift the food around before frowning. A sigh leaves her lips and when the first crsis is averted she's got her hand in the sink, trying to cool the warmed skin.
Spider-Man	"Don't you dare use my own words against me..." Peter chides her playfully when she calls him out on his hypocracy. Glasses full, empty, or needing more ice, Peter laughs quietly into his palm. "Alright, I get it... but you have to appreciate the position I'm in." It was all instinct before, swinging against the wall, kissing her, but the reality of it had to sink back in eventually. He still wants those things, it's obvious he wants those things. She can feel him, he can feel her, his body isn't trying to hear none of his shit, but he's a ''good guy'' and it feels ''wrong'' to take advantage of this sitution. Even if he's really not. Mostly wouldn't have made it out of the Bunker. Most would have, as soon as they felt that near impossible to control desire, jumped right on it like a Train headed to nowhere. Peter doesn't give himself any credit. He does watch her head off for the kitchenette to check on the cooking pots. Turning to rest on his knees, stomach pressed against the back of the couch with his elbows keeping him afloat. "You okay?" He asks suddenly, leaping over the back of the couch in a flip that has him walking purposefully towards her to check on her by the sink.
Cindy Moon	The city itself is like a constant backgrop, a buzz that can drone louder at times and now its even drowning him out. Rush hour possibly? The city is alive and she can feel it like some crazy voices that play in her head with varying importance. The pain from the burn is nearly lost, fading in the face of the ache the connections are making in her head.     But he cuts through the din and she snaps a bit as she turns about, "I am fine!" She says as he approaches, her back to the counter as she holds her hand and then turns quickly, thrusting her hand into the cold water again. "I am fine, Peter." The hellish bunker was the shield for her sanity and out here its wearing a little thin.     She rolls a shoulder and looks down, dark hair offering a veil from his attentions as she tenses up. "I don't want to wait..." she says, staring at the red flesh that the water helps appease.
Spider-Man	Peter remembers some of that, but it was so long ago it's just a distant memory, and he really couldn't feel the people in the same way Cindy seems able to. He can feel ''her'' like an inferno standing infront of him, a red hot furnace throwing off light like radiation in his direction. It's mental, not actually in his eyes, all he ''sees'' is her struggling and a sense that she's reaching a boiling point when he reaches her side. When she snaps at him there's a decisive recoil and surprised expression as he backs up a step with his hands up defensively. Not that he thinks she'll attack him, but the sudden well of anger wouldn't be hard to misinterprete that way. "Okay..." Patting at the air, "Alright, you're fine.. just.. I.." His hand comes up to scratch at the back of his neck, anxiety eating him up as he watches her. He wants to help, but he also wants to... he's not sure? Is it sexiest that he leaps to the defensive everytime she stubs her toe? She's been self sufficient for so long, she hardly needs him to kiss her booboos.. nor does he really look at her in a way that suggests he thinks she's helpless. He's fought her, he knows better. "What?" Glancing up with her brow knit, a crease between his blue eyes, "Wait for what? The food?"
Cindy Moon	Cindy is vexed, not at him but at herself. Her patience has been worn thin rather quickly and this adapting to life outside the bunker is not really going as smooth as she could hope for. In fact she's suddenly feeling quite turned around and frowns at herself, where he can not see. Through gritted teeth, for some reason apologizing is a bit grating. "Its fine..thank you. Sorry." She murmurs, her nerves on edge to a point of frayed.     Then he does not get it and she turns about, looking at him. Since he can not grasp the idea by words she reaches out with her good hand and grasps at the front of his shirt. That poor hufflepuff design balled up in her hand as she drags him towards her. The reaction is quick, one that comes from listening to instincts over reason. She draws a breath and lifts her chin to be able to press her mouth to his. That wall kiss only opened the way for more to come and she is not agonizing over past lovers or guilt. There is nothing holding Cindy Moon back.
Spider-Man	Some of it Peter can see, but there's a lot hidden behind walls of subtly that he's relied entirely on his ability to read people's expressions to decypher. He's still holding his hands up, but he's stopped back away. Rather just watching her with his brow knit while scratching at the hair on the nape of his neck. "Yeah, totally... no problem." It's not like it should surprise him right? It's like the full course of a year long relationship in the span of a few hours. Getting to know you, unable to take your hands off one another, now snapping over things.. This is pretty much Peter's world boiled dow- okay maybe he misread the situation a little because he was not ready for the fist in his shirt pulling him towards her or the kiss what follows it. At first he's just standing there suddenly surprised only participating in that his lips are pressed to Cindy's, but that changes pretty rapidly into him wrapping an arm around her back. It's not as long as the wall kiss, but.. "Oh.. you don't want to ''waiiiiit''..." cough cough.
Cindy Moon	Also no surprise that Cindy has had no formative development of relationships with anyone, let alone an intimate one. Peter is driving her into or rather their senses are and she's lost control of the wheel. Jesus please take it or at least someone. Peter tends to be able to grab it at times with his awkward comments, causes her to slow down but her hand aches, the world aroudn them is pressing in and he's something she feels right about. The one thing that screams - I AM HERE FOR YOU.     When he finally wraps an arm around her she means to keep kissing him - but he's talking. There is that wheel grab again and Cinty opens her eyes to look up at him. Somethinga bout his response makes her nose wrinkle and she quickly says, "It is /not/ a trap...unless you want it to be." Her eyes are bright, the humor there but there is hunger as well. She slides her other hand up, the burned on to pull upon his neck and draw him back down. "Stop talking." Oh she intends to make good on her no waiting it would seem.
Spider-Man	People always underestimate precisely how powerful Peter's awkwardness can be or how easy and effortlessly he can slip in and out of it. It's a super power. Like now, he keenly, swiftly shifts to duck beneath the outside of the arm attacked to the back of his neck so as to bring him out of the ''trap'' with a little sheepish grin. "Okay, alright." How is he going to do this? He doesn't even WANT to do this... and yet, he's got to be an adult when every fiber of him is screaming and on edge. "Let's.. uh.. okay let's talk about this." Pedaling away from her towards the back of the couch until his butt hits it and tries to lean on the cushions in a totally natural ''cool guy'' way. Except the cushion he puts his hand on sinks in and he nearly tumbles over the top of the couch in a most ungraceful, but still very graceful because he's spider-man, way. "Uhh.. so.. I mean the food?!" Motioning with both hands, "Do you want to burn the food?"
Cindy Moon	He slips away and Cindy stands there, the hand in his shirt releasing as part of her wants to scream out. She instead feels her jaw clench, her cheeks well up with color again as she sucks in a breath. Those dark eyes watch him, as if he were prey for a second or two and then she is turning about quickly to shut the sink's water off. It goes quiet and she draws a breath to try to gather herself.     "Right. The food. Of course." Brows furrow and she grasps at the cloth wrapped handle so she can work through the curry mixture, the spoon stirring with a rather aggressive focus. She does not look at him, no, Cindy does not have the grace he has or the awkwardness that draws up at certain times. Certainly not Peter level of awkward. She reaches out and searches for bowls, quickly pulling two out she spoons them full of the vegetable chicken curry that has cooked a little too long.     With spoons shoved into the contents she turns, grasping at the bowls and striding towrds him. Her hands are full - he's safe - relatively. She pushes it towards him, "Here." She says, insisting he take it with a bit of an uplift towards him.
Spider-Man	Peter squints his whole face, dramatically furrowing all them muscles into a pretty good impression of Old Man Spidey, when Cindy goes all Silence of the Lambs on him. "Right.." He murmurs about the food, motioning at it again even though she's not looking his way anymore. Rather than leaping over the couch this time, he strides around the corner towards the kitchenette to meet her half way between and accepts the bowl in both hands. Even though it's kind of shoved in his direction he's taking the whole situation in stride. He knows why she is a little upset, at least some of why she is, so he's not going to mention the fact that she looks upset since that would be the very definition of poking the bear... or spider in this case. "Thanks." He nods down and glances back to the couch, then over at the table. Mouth open, then closed.. A fire igniting in his stomach when he's this close, even now, hours later. Inwardly he has to wonder whether it ever cools down? What time will hold. "Which.. uh.." Motioning back with his thumb and then forward with a point at the table.
Cindy Moon	It's easier to ignore everything and Cindy stares past him a moment, through him as she nods her head to his thanks. She turns her head to glance at the table then at the couch. "Couch." She says simply. Her expression fluctuates between uncertainty, anger and finally embarrassment as she walks past him, around the couch to plop down on one side, drawing her legs up to her side as she leans into the arm. Ignore the itching at the back of her neck or the sense that he's so close.     "Stripes, right?" She's moving on, quickly even as she looks down into her bowl and takes a bite of her curry. The clink and tink of her spoon on the bowl sounds on occassion as she eats. Not her best work but its passable. She's not really proving herself right with her claims at this point. Dutifully she eats and stays posted at the side of the couch so as to give him room and deny herself that which draws her to him. It's not an easy task really.
Spider-Man	Awkward. ''Smooth one Petey-by... real smooth...'' Peter mouths soundlessly with his head lulling back to stare up at the ceiling fan that rotates in a janky sort of revolution that probably needs to be fixed sooner rather than later and why is he even thinking about a ceiling fan? He knows why. There's only one other thing in the apartment that he can think about! And there are wolves down that road. After a slow turn he starts towards the other end of the couch and slumps down into the seat after laying the bowl on the coffee table. He remains like that a second, staring at the DVD player and then over at Cindy cuddled up against the arm of the sofa. He takes a breath, nods, then slinks up to get the movie playing. It's such a really weird feeling, these demanding sensations inside that's hardly ever felt to this level. It's over 9000... When he settles back on the couch, title screen for Stripes starting to play, he leans over to try the curry. Periodically side glancing at Cindy from the corner of his eyes.
Cindy Moon	Stripes is the distraction now but by the way her gaze stares at the screen, Cindy is not exactly watching it. She's actively fighting everything around her - some internal combat that leaves her eating more swiftly than is likely healthy. Spoon goes in - tink - spoon comes out and she eats. Etiquette and tables manners need not apply. She can not help but feel when he looks at her and at one point her head turns and she is staring back at him, a brow arching as she curls her legs closer.     "Best to not take chances," she says, blushing before she shoves another spoonful in her mouth. Food. Stripes. Awkward tension that is the undercurrent of their relationship? Predicament is more like it.     She turns back to watch the movie, finishing her food soon enough as the bowl rests in her hands. She curls her burned one but is trying not to draw attention to it, like she is trying not to draw attention to herself. She leans over and places the empty bowl on the coffee table and then curls up against the arm again, a quick glance sent his way.
Spider-Man	''Best to. Not take.. Chances'' There is no way Peter is going to see that play out and not laugh. It isn't in a mocking way, it isn't even all at once either either. It starts as a snort of rerisiveness at the absurdity of it ALL, but then the interplay of her leg pulling back and those five words? Peter snorts again into his curry like it might be too spicey, but it quickly becomes aparent that he's laughing. Especially as it builds up intensity until he can't lean forward anymore without choking a little and he certainly can't eat another spoonful. His arm curls across his abdomen, bodily dropping against the arm of the sofa with his feet curling up as he laughs. Louder and louder, "Okay... Okay I'm... Best to not tak-" He snorts right back into laughter. "Oh man..." Wiping at his eye, first with a finger, and then with the palm of his hand. "Come'ere Cindy." Waving his hand at him.
Cindy Moon	Cindy's mouth parts, starts to drop open and then he is laughing - it becomes apparent with each passing moment. She huffs out a breath and looks away, missing the motion but hearing him bid her close. Her eye twitches a little and she casts a look his way. "Careful what you wish for, Peter." She frowns and then scowls at him.     Very well. You asked for it. - Is what goes through her head.     With a sort of alacrity and grace that comes with their abilities she slides over towards him and hesitates moments before settling in at his side. "Is this going to work? Me being here? Us?" Us. A thing. Something - who really knows what.
Spider-Man	Peter sits up to accomodate the slide with his feet out of the way and wipes at his face with palms to clear remnants of the laughter from his face. He's no less aware of the sensation, but he's got a temporary handle on it after the laugh, maybe it was her comment, but certainly how absurd it is to try and prattle about the same room. Especially with this draw. Either they acknowledge it and move on or this isn't going to work at all. "I can't do a constant battle, Cindy. Not at home." He tells her with his head shaking. "Nor am I willing to just ignore it or... since I can't ignore it... pretend like I am. Or keep dodging you, which is clearly making you feel like you're right back in the bunker." Eight hours later... Shouldn't need to be having this conversation yet. "You should feel comfortable here, if you're going to stay and I want that.. both, I want both of those things. So let's work it out. What do you want? What do ''you'' want?"
Cindy Moon	"Well," Cindy rumbles out, not sure where to step on this rickety bridge that links them together. They keep falling off or in Peter's case, LAUGHING. She tucks dark hair back behind her ear as she looks past him towards the window, staring at it for a time before she finally sucks in an audible breath. "Well," she remarks AGAIN - like it might jumpstart an answer to it all.     "I want to be near you. I want you. It is like you are another half of me and I will never lose that. I guess it matters whether or not it means something serious bewteen us or if we explore it.." how adult of her. "Maybe we explore it and then maybe..it works." She offers him in way of aiding his choices, she made her own obvious with how she tried to jump him not long ago. Lost of firsts happening - thanks spider side.
Spider-Man	"It's unfair to you regardless of what I say." Peter says, clapping his hands together between his knees and linking his fingers. His arms lay across his thighs, wrists moving in a slow bounce, and his attention focused forward while his mind hovers somewhere else. Somewhere to his left. Somewhere on Cindy. "I didn't wake up this morning thinking I was going to be in this situation." He explains with his hands peeling at the first two knuckles, thumbs out to the side like a fist shrug, "But I didn't wake up nine years ago thinking I was going to be Spider-Man either." He makes a sound in his throat, "I wish it had come on us gradually. Gotten to know each other again, get close, you know... like normal people. But we're not normal people." Which is an understatement if ever. "So trying to think about it in normal terms seems counter intuitive doesn't it?" He looks straight at Cindy, blinking at her owlishly. "if I thought we could take our time and stay here in this apartment together, I'd say that's the best course of action. But we can't... and if that's true... we can't..." If they can't control themselves, they can't stay in the same place. It's simple math and both of them are good at math. "So... either we..." He motions twinxt them, "Or I..." He points towards the window.
Cindy Moon	Cindy is not sure what to say to that, it feels like he's saying they can not be around each other. She tenses bsides him, sitting up a bit more and giving a bit of space between them. She frowns, her brows furrowing as she chews at her chapped lip, worrying at some dry skin as a distraction. "I..oh.." then he's motioning between the two of them and its causing her to go still. Dead still.     "So..we just .." she glances towards the bed and then back to him. She clears her throat and reaches a hand up to tuck her hair back. "Maybe it is something we get used to with time...adapt to. You said your sense got better, maybe we just need time? Maybe we are just getting used to each other." She reaches her hand out to gently touch his hands where they rest together. She leans in and presses a kiss to his cheek. OOF that was not enough but Cindy is desperately trying.
Spider-Man	Peter glances back at the bed, then to Cindy, "I... maybe?" It wasn't ''exactly'' what he meant, "Eventually yes... that's how relationships work, or are suppose to work, but... We can't go fying off to the grocery store everytime things get a little weird, you know?" Using himself as the example. He's got more experience in ignoring strange urges, perhaps, and has been around people the whole time. She's got a lot on her plate just now. "So yeah. I just want you here." He tells her honestly, smiling when she leans in to kiss his cheek, turning his hand over when she touches them to lightly squeeze her fingers. "And I know that's for more than just the feeling that draws us together. We were friends, you're like me, and I want to help you figure out how you fit back into the world. If that's with me... it will definitely satisfy my insides what are real loud and overbaring, but if it's not..." He glances back at the bed, then over at Cindy, "I don't want to have complicated it in the first eight hours by.. you know..."
Cindy Moon	Color once more suffuses her cheeks and Cindy looks up and to the left, as if to take a moment at her obvious misinterpretation. She wrinkles her noe and then clears her throat as her gaze lowers and she looks thoughtful. "Okay. I mean we are not on limited time I suppose," not like in movies where they have to smash everything into two hours. It's already had a longer run time.     A nod is given as if to confirm her choice. It is not going to be easy, that much is true. Its everything she can do to keep from climbing all over him. Instead she gives a look at the bed with him and nods again, her eyes closing she is starting to feel wrung out and exhausted. So much to fighd and adapt to. The world outside keeps knocking on the door of her mind and he's there, tearing her willpower to shreds.     You got this Cindy Moon. No one and nothing has anything on that bunker.     She leans in then, lifting his arm to go around her as she rests her cheek against his shoulder. Small steps. The closeness makes her want to climb into his skin but she regulates herself to just cuddling - which is all together a new thing for her as well. "I am tired...but how do you sleep with all the noise?" And the fatal attraction.
Spider-Man	Peter nods as it all settles in, but instead o pretending he doesn't see her blushing, he reaches up to rub a thumb across her cheek to smooth it out. Then along her temple to brush her hair behind her, slinking his arm around her shoulders when she leans against his shoulder, curled up against his side. It's no less weird for him, the time span that brought them here, but there's also a rightness to it? He's not sure. It temporarily satisfies a strange urge. So he goes with it. Watching Bill Murrey talk himself into the army with a little grin until she says she's tired and then asks how he sleeps with all the ''nose''. "It was impossible at first. Everything settles down eventually though." He promises her, tilting his head so that his cheek is against the crown of her's. "But honestly? I don't sleep much."
Cindy Moon	Stripes. Warmth beside her. Cindy is strangely satisified for the moment but then she's still battle the buzz of the city in her head that is causing her reserves to tap out. Her head bobs a moment but something she had been pushing out gets in and she winces. "The bunker was great for muting it..or just cutting it of all together. I want to sleep but not sure I can."     She reaches for a throw pillow, dragging it over onto his lap her head lowers to rest there, legs curling up closer to bring her in a more fetal position at his side while her hand lifts to cover her ear - like that might stop it. She lets out a strained sound but finally just closes her eyes and tries to work through the needful keening of her sense.     For a time she looks like she might actually be drifting off - too tired to fight anymore. It's been a day.
Spider-Man	It probably wont help, but Peter has few options to explain how she can mute the insane amounts of input their spider-senses feed to them with all the variables in just an apartment, let alone the whole city block. "Just close your eyes." He tells her, quiet as he too watches stripes and tries to focus on the movie rather than all the things in HIS mind. "You can control it, it takes time. Just have to focus on shrinking the circle until it's just you..." And him, but he doesn't mean the implication inherent in his words. "But it all starts by closing your eyes." He tells her quietly, doing the same himself. It's unlikely he'll make it through the Bootcamp Act of the movie. It really has been a long day.
Cindy Moon	Closing her eyes. Check. She's done that and she's trying to focus slowly. Bringing in her range but its not really all that easy. Like strands of webs all over the city the vibrations of life everywhere reverbs back at her. A breath is let loose but eventually the sheer exhaustion from the mental warfare knocks her out.     Cindy will not likely sleep long and she's going to also wake with a headache curled up against him. That or probably shriek about something that has nothing to do with them. But there she is, caught up in the crazy world that brought them together attempting some measure of normal.