Leave a Message After the Beep
It didn't take long for the spider to be found again, he wasn't exactly hiding. It was hard to be on the downlow when his kill count had gone up by seven, in half as many days. But a killing spree was to be expected, he had broken his bout of good behaviour. So much for that silver chip.
That excluded the body that had started it all of course. Spider really fucking hoped that body got an unmarked grave. right where all the squirrels liked to shit.
He bit his lip as he looked to the street from his building.
“Maybe I could put it there?”
((You'd have to find it first!))
[[And I highly doubt it's in good condition. it's best to just leave it as is; let the crowds peck at it.]]
((That's almost as good as squirrel shit.))
[[you mean as bad.]]
“I don't give a flying squirrel what either of you mean.” He was stock still and his expression was dark. “where Have you been?!” The expression and tone of course; were all a ruse. He lunged out towards the boxes to squish them in a hug. Sure it was a bone crushing hug because they had ditched him, but it was a hug all the same.
[[I think you're forgetting that we’re not actual, tangible, people.]]
“You sure feel real to me,” he cooed, smearing his face all over Red. it made them both uncomfortable; Spider because of pointy edges, and Red because of his inability to get close to anyone.
[[now I’m certain you've lost it.]]
((Isn't that why we're stuck together in the first place? Spider it's pretty bad when your crazy calls you crazy.))
“Stuck together for life. Because I thought I lost you once. I'm not about to lose you twice!” Spider sung.
[[This is insane. People get hospitalized for less.]]
((uh, speaking about people??))
The flash bomb was tossed his way only seconds before the spider had jumped away. It exploded in an excellent flash of light behind him. Great for theatrics but it could really only mean one person.
Romanoff.
“Spider—“
“Ah ah ah!” he interrupted, as he landed behind her and delivered a kick meant to unbalance his opponent. “You already had your turn! It's not my fault you wasted it with blatant accusations,” he scolded.
confusion was written clear on Black Widow's face; as she tried to regain her footing. Impressively enough she didn't fall flat to the ground, but rolled into another battle-ready stance. Everything about her was rigid edges and intimidating looks in that moment, but Spider ignored her.
"Spider—“
"Shh, the boys are back and your going to just have to wait patiently as we reunite.” He wagged a finger in her direction, and almosr laughed aloud at her expression. She followed the movement with her eyes then flicked them back to his face as if looking for something.
((Holy trinity of shit that's black widow!))
Peter whacked at the blue box a few times, good naturedly.
“Yea that's exactly what I've been trying to tell you.” The spider rolled his eyes, then following the eye movement he crossed his legs and sat down in the middle of the roof.
((You're just lying to impress me!))
[[Now isn't that pathetic.]]
“Am not!” the spider protested.
((when have you ever said a thing about Black Widow?))
“All day every day for the past week!” Peter huffed then crossed his arms in front of his chest as he narrowed his eyes at the boxes, not exactly an angry or threatening pose, just more or less irked.
((Maybe we should have checked our message box, huh Red?))
[[We couldn't exactly make it to the phone,]]
((Right we were kinda MIA, Managing to Ignore Assholes!))
Peter turned his head away from them and huffed, his bottom lip pouted outwards. The boxes just swerved back into his line of view so he shut his eyes and raised his chin. “I have never done anything wrong in my entire life,” he grumbled.
((Pppft, okay there.))
[[I’m not going to pretend I understand what is happening with you spider, but can it wait for when you're alone? I think Black Widow has something to say to us.]]
Peter realized a little sheepishly that he had been ignoring his guest. Yea, he had told her he was going to ignore her in the first place, but it didn't make it any less rude. She was leaning back against a railing, regarding him cooly with an almost blank expression.
“Good point,” Peter crinkled his nose once, not exactly liking the odd air between him and Widow and not exactly knowing what to do in it. “Are you waiting for your turn? Alright then, go ahead,” he said with a flush of his hand.
“I have your attention then?” Widow asked, pushing herself from her slouch and moving forward a few paces. She must have seen the Spider visibly bristle because she stopped short. “Not going to run away again, are you?”
“That depends—“
((on how harD YOu HiT US!!))
“Wrong movie! And you messed up what I was going to say,” Spider complained, and widow pointedly ignored him as she brushed past him.
“I need your help,” she stated once she seemed to deem she had his attention, or enough of it anyway. Widow Looked over her shoulder to fix him with her cold stare. Ever there and almost calculating, as if she was unsure of how he'd react.
Ah right to the cut then. Okay.
Makes perfect sense, no need to dance around the details.
“([you what?.!])”