< new york city. arachnid count: FIVE. MAYBE SIX. worst part of it all ? not the quips. not the puns. not the ringing headache that normally coincides with one of them ; including you , PARKER. no , its the webbing. that chemical concoction that sticks to any &. everything ; immobilizing it until someone either A. unravels you. or B. time goes by long enough for it to finally DISSOLVE &. free you from that hell. tick tock. >
a groan parts lips as lids narrow to thinned slits &. brows begin to furrow. one arm struggles to pull forward , though hand was now bonded with a dumpster thanks to one spider’s “ slip up. “ crown reels back , free hand pressing against temple before she sits there in silence for a beat … &. SIGHS.
❛ Проклятье … < god damn it … > ; это второй раз на этой неделе … < this is the second time this week … > first MORALES , now you. ❜ index &. thumb rub at the bride of her nose as she struggles once more , making some leeway before body was dragged back to the dumpster she was bonded with. < webbing. maybe i should start investing in this stuff. > ❛ you know , some days i ask myself who’s side the rest of you spiders are really on. because THIS ? its becoming a trend among all of you … a hand ? do you mind ? ❜
THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH HER. Spider-senses, going haywire, screaming at danger. && her eye-sight, her mind, unable to comprehend what was before her, despite all of the enhancements. Is she dreaming? Is this the antithesis of lucidity? The sight of the femme fatale, the spider with scarlet poison, the one person she would never want to be on anyone’s bad side---what has she done?
“This was a definite mistake,” she says, voice light, head light, still trapped in that strange in-between of cursing her luck && wondering as to why this was her life. “I am so sorry ma’am.” && SHE’D CLAIMED TO BE THE MOST RESPONSIBLE OF THE SPIDERS. ( she was never telling miles about this. ever. )
“I’d... offer you the formula for the dissolving fluid. But no offense, I’m terrified about what you’d do with that power--” ( the black widow was kind of a big deal. what if it was like telling batman your weakness was kryptonite? ) Spray bottle in hand, she approaches light steps along the wall, before a pause. “Would I be allowed to spray it on? Or should I just... throw it to you?