Who and the What Now.
“You need my help?” He asked for what must have been the 3000th time.
“Yes. Keep up.” Widow interjected, staring dead ahead. Peter wasn't sure if she meant her ridiculous striding pace or the dead conversation; but he had fallen behind in each.
[[Him.]]
((Are you sure you've met us?))
“Me?” He asked slightly more quietly then he would have liked. She hardly gave him a second glance, despite having picked up on his tone.
They had broken into the base soundlessly, it hardly took any effort at all. Since they were both light footed, and almost equally skilled in that department.
Spider crippled their tactical skills, and did his damnedest to lower their chance of survival. But even that knowledge wasn't enough to quiet his questioning.
In the middle of one more one last clarification, hey stepped into a room filled wall to wall with computers. It had other basic looking tech, and experiment stations, but mostly computers. They were all set up in a messy sort of way, that spoke more of a chaotic disregard for order than anything else. It was brightly lit but that only pointed out how claustrophobic and cluttered it must feel to work there. Even the high ceilings did nothing to improve the look, anyone without enhanced vision might have some trouble seeing the top of the room, but they'd only feel like they dropped off the face of the earth into a shoebox.
He whistled into the room, a mock impressed sound. Then inwardly cringed at how it echoed through the empty room.
[[your idiocy is astounding.]]
((This place just screams of shitty B-rate villains.))
[[It would seem your in your element Spider]]
The Spider wasn't about to let his boxes think they were right in front of Black Widow, but didn't have a dammed word in his defence.
[[Which translates to exactly that.]]
He glanced to his co-partner, she walked into the room confidently and sifted through the desktops, clearly looking for a particular one in the barely functioning sea of them. His lips pressed into a hard line.
“Okay what gives, I haven't exactly had a good track record of keeping on the down low tonight.” the Spider pointed, slash lashed out. He was unnerved by the quiet of the room, and entire building really, and now that he thought about it; the entire situation was weird. “We should of met up with some baddies by now.”
Black Widow glanced back at him, her expression dull and hard to read, before a light smile took its place. Possibly more unnerving then the quiet room, abandoned and dark places, and manic laughter bouncing off distant walls; all wrapped up in one conveniently shaped box.
“Do you honestly think I’d recruit you for an mission that required stealth? I'm not really the suicide mission type.” She said in what was probably meant to be a joke, then turned on her heel too keep looking. His eyes formed silts as he watched her back.
[[Fucking bitch.]]
((Kill her kill her kill her))
“Low Blow, Widow.” the Spider muttered, and it took a whole minute to school his deuling emotions into a blank mask. But once he had he hoped onto the back of a roller desk chair, and flicked out his webbing to pull him along the rows until he was beside widow.
“Oh man; they really gotta put some restrictions on their employees holidays here,” he announced, and seemingly ignored her as he stared ahead. “Companies just fall apart with this many absences!” The Spider may have looked ahead as he kept pace, but he also kept careful watch of her when she wouldn't take notice of him. He caught the small upturning of her lips into another smile.
“They're a little bit too busy with avenger business to greet us.” She commented ominously. Spider was unconcerned with wether or not she caught him gawking.
“Alright, well then what do you need me for? My excellent hacking skills?” He volunteered. The spider just needed to collect himself and recover from his stupor. Widow scoffed at his words.
"No I'm a better hacker than you. I need you to read the files and tell me what exactly these experiments are.” With that said Black Widow got to work and Peter kept himself busy with various games and activities. Most of those having to do with launching the chairs into some target webs, and being a general pest.
((Don't forget picking up his shattered dignity off the floor!))
When the wheels of Widow’s chair squeaked across the tiles, and she pushed back in a nonchalant stretch, Peter stopped with his games.
He webbed himself across the room to Romanoff to perch on her chair, and stare over her shoulder. If going by the way she leaned away (in what was a barely noticeable movement) was anything to go by; the proximity unnerved her.
After reading through the research and thesis papers, and after Widow had long abandoned the shared chair for one of her own; he gave a overdramatic stretch too. It had been a constant battle for attention with his boxes, but the impeding task of impressing Widow had won out in the end.
“Well?”
“It's nothing too big, like I said. B-rate villain stuff,” he said then pursed his lips.
((No you didn't, you plagiarist.))
[[No, the author is just repetitive.]]
He fanned away his boxes and they left protesting in a puff smoke. He peeked at Widow from where she sat facing his back, then motioned her towards the screen with a fingertip. “Anyway these are some video clips of the experiments, they all failed, so I won't waste your time with them.”
[[she watched over your shoulder.]]
“But they're trying to introduce something into the water ways that will either trigger submission; the desired effect, or aggression; the fail scape.” Both of The Spider’s hands were planted firmly on the desk to either side of him. he pivoted back and forth.
“Should the avengers be worried?”
[[certainly; if you needed Spider to figure that out.]]
((Now you're the one being stupid. She just didn't want to waste her time with this crap so she got us to do it, duh.))
“well no, I know the economy is bad n all but these guys need to get a new job. No one here is qualified enough to correct this formula,” he paused, clicking through the pages once again and chewed on his thumb nail through his glove. “At worst they might give up and introduce the secondary chemical they developed, but even that would be small scale and short lived and not what they were going for. I'm pretty sure the avengers will have no trouble.”
((Is that seriously it?))
[[When we were recruited by Black Widow I assumed there would be more of a… conflict.]]
he hummed in response, then moved the research into the USB stick Widow provided him with. He printed out a second copy of the papers. All in all he was starting to prefer when she had been chasing him for revenge.
[[Revenge?]]
((Why do you only do the fun stuff when we're not around. It's not fair!))
“Well what should we do?” he asked twiddling a spare pen he snagged off the desk between his fingers, and watching as Blue sifted through some ideas. Some came and went so quickly that the words would erase before fully forming. Most of their suggestions were more dangerous than your general run of the mill night out, but Peter was considering them at least.
Returning with the research in tow Widow’s eyes were downcast and scanning in what had to at least be her second read through. She looked up at him and he returned the look with his own bored one. Then she responded and blew his plans up to smithereens.
“I'm glad your cooperating, you've been a great help. Now follow me.”
((Oh for crap sakes! You and your big mouth!))