Curiosity
Wendy and Peter were walking into HQ food in hands and already talking about a couple stunts Wendy had learned over the years. Being the good hearted person she was and still a little new to the Spider Society, Wendy wanted to catch up with Peter and also get Miguel something from the cafeteria. He hadn’t eaten since that morning when he left his universe and it was verging around 3:00 p.m. already. Way past lunch time and time for a snack for Wendy and Peter. Miguel’s universe had not yet collapsed so he was still a little bit happy, go-lucky and friendly.
Wendy and Peter walked into HQ fully.
Wendy: So then I flipped just as he was about to run me over with his motorcycle. He was really surprised. Especially when I managed to pull him off his motorcycle using my webs. Actually now that I think about it I don’t know who was more surprised. Me or him.
Peter: And you learned that by yourself?
Wendy: The whole thing? Yeah. There wasn’t a spider to teach me at that point so I had to do it myself.
Miguel turns around and speaks, catching both Peter’s and Wendy’s attention.
Miguel: Guys, seriously, you didn’t need to get me food.
Wendy: And you don’t need to research every god forsaken hour.
Miguel: Actually I kind of do. That’s kind of my job.
Peter: What she’s trying to say is even leaders need breaks. Even ones who say they have the stamina to go a couple more hours training and researching and blah, blah, blah.
Miguel: It’s not blah, blah, blah. It’s important.
Just then Miguel’s stomach makes the most horrifying rumbling sound anyone’s ever heard, blowing his strong facade. Wendy uses one of her webs to swing up to where Miguel is and holds out his lunch.
Wendy: And that’s not your stomach protesting, right? Come on. Eat. Please. We don’t need anyone passing out because they’re not eating and locking their knees.
Miguel: I…thank you, Wendy…for caring.
Wendy: Any time, big guy.
Wendy pats him on the shoulder and swings back down to solid ground where Peter was holding onto her popcorn. He hands it back to her. She sits on one of the closest steps to Miguel.
Miguel opens the box.
Miguel: Whoa. This is like my favorite meal! How did you know?
Wendy shrugs.
Wendy: Intuition.
They sit in silence for a minute as they eat their respective foods. Wendy glances up toward Miguel as he’s taking a bite and finally notices how long his fangs are. She nearly chokes on her popcorn.
Wendy: Oh my gosh! You have fangs? Do you sparkle too?
Peter bursts out laughing while Miguel almost chokes on his food.
Miguel: Please tell me you didn’t just make a Twilight joke.
Wendy: Bite me.
Miguel: Excuse me?
Wendy: No, I mean like actually bite me. I want to know how it feels.
Miguel: There is no way that I’m doing that.
Wendy: Come on. Please.
Miguel: No. My fangs secrete poison that paralyzes people. Do you want to be paralyzed?
Wendy: We have a hospital area, don’t we? We can just say it was an accident. I got too close to a vial you were testing or something.
Miguel: You’re crazy. You’re absolutely crazy.
Peter: She’s not going to stop until you give in. She’s done some pretty stupid things but I think this one might take the cake.
Wendy completely ignores Peter and keeps going.
Wendy: Just one bite. It doesn’t have to go that deep.
Miguel: Are you seriously going to keep going if I don’t?
Wendy: How long you got?
Miguel heaves a large sigh and throws his head back for a moment. He set his lunch down on a small desk near him. He started to question his own sanity if he was seriously considering biting one of his members.
Miguel: I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can not believe I’m doing this.
Wendy grabs the air as Miguel swings down to where she is standing. He puts his hands on her shoulders and she tenses up a bit.
Miguel: You can’t tense up if I’m actually going to do this. You have to relax.
Peter: You’re actually going to do this, Miguel? What has gotten into you?
Miguel: Shut up and have a doctor on call.
Peter did as told and used his gizmo to have the doctor’s number ready to call.
Miguel: Are you ready? Any sign that you’re not and I’m not going to do it. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.
Wendy: Yes.
Both of them sighed and Miguel leaned over and bit Wendy’s neck. It was a sharp, stinging pain and it made Wendy yelp. Her hands flew up in surprise and she flinched. Miguel tried his best to not get any venom in the open wound, but was unsuccessful. As soon as his teeth sunk into her skin, the venom followed. As soon as the initial shock wore off, Wendy’s arms went limp at her sides and she slouched over. Miguel released her and she nearly crashed to the ground if it was not for him holding her up.
He picked her up in his arms and when he saw that she was limp and passed out he grew worried.
Miguel: Call the doctor, now.
Peter: Already on it.
Miguel: And Peter? No one is ever going to know about this. If the doctor asks, don’t tell him the truth.
Peter: How the hell am I supposed to explain two Miguel shaped teeth marks on her neck?
Miguel: You’re going to find a way or you’re going to get kicked out of the society.
Peter: Got it, yeesh.
With that Peter called the doctor and they both whisked Wendy away for medical treatment.