New York's Very Own, Local Grown; Freak
The night was surprisingly quiet for twelve o'clock in New York; usually it was overly active at most hours. People in their right mind just didn't go there for peace and quiet. They went to New York for the hustle and bustle, and chance of getting mugged by one of New York’s local-raised freaks.
The only thing that could be heard was the groaning and bellyaching of the crooks underfoot. Black Widow and The Spider stepped over and around them. The Spider would never admit it out loud, but the sheer number of bodies was kinda impressive.
They had hardly made it to the ronday-vou point. Spider had one look at exactly who “Hawkeye and whoever else he decides to bring” was.
That was all it took for him to lose it, One look.
“You! You- …you insufferable Prick!” Spider yelled, then threw himself forward. Romanoff was thoughtless and lunged for him, impressively enough she snagged him around the waist. They were both thrown across the rooftop for her efforts.
Lets be clear, the Spider didn't snarl and snap at anyone. He struggled to reach the man that had started it all. The scarred up, should be diced up, wall of a man who had snuck up behind him on a roof-top. Wade Fucking Wilson. At least he could put a name to the face, and vice versa.
Spider didn't hold grudges, no he dealt with them accordingly, and in a timely fashion. This one had unraveled all his good work and then had the audacity to live to tell the tale. He forced both himself, and the Widow attached to his hip, back on their feet.
With so little planning time Spider was baffled that Romanoff had caught him in the first place. Although Romanoff always planned everything meticulously. The access movement had forced him to twist around, and that twisting had pushed his mask up just below the nose.
((Convenient.))
[[Staged.**]]
“Woah woah woah what did I ever do to you?” Wilson raised his hands in surrender and backed up a few paces. His heel hit the half-wall mid-step, and he twisted back to send a helpless look towards Hawk-eye. Barton just sat there overly amused, or more accurately; he doubled over in laughter, and simultaneously tried to keep himself up.
“don't play dumb! You fucking idiot! I was doing just fine before you came along!” Spider accused, and struggled to move towards him to attack. To his surprise, and disscontempt; Romanoff’s manoeuvring made it difficult.
Her yelling in his ear for him to stop wasn't making it any easier.
“Wade Wilson every body! he's ever the charmer. So what did you manage to do this time?” Barton snorted, slapping Wilson on the back good naturedly.
Wilson glanced at Hawkeye helplessly, then signed a quick ‘no idea.’ Before snapping his attention back towards the Spider.
“whatever it is I did I swear I didn’t do it!!” Wilson defended himself, then seeming to notice his slip up shook his head and tried again, “didn’t know I did it?”
“You wouldn't notice your own damage if the city billed you for it!” the Spider spat.
“ouch. Okay well long as you're throwing around accusations and painful names, think you could also toss a guy a line?” he asked, quickly replacing his confused expression with a goofy grin. Spider glared in return. He took to an unfamiliar response instead.
That is he wouldn't give one, he ripped his arms from Widows grip and stood his ground. Glaring Wade down and formulating plan after plan on how best to make him pay. But he could be a patient man.
Really it was the most sensible response in these sorts of circumstances.
So he stayed stock still, and unsettlingly silent. The group of three gawk at him in their varying degrees of openness.
It was Barton who broke the silence in the end.
“Someone call an ambulance, I think you broke him.” He joked. humour aside Barton paid close attention to the spider from his seat a couple feet up. Spider glared at him in a way that made Barton noticeably uncomfortable. Or more so than he already was.
“We don't have time for this little dispute,” Romanoff groaned. “it can wait.” She positioned herself so she could better hold Spider’s wrists in a classic cuff-like grip. But stopped short when Spider did nothing to attack. She stood in front of her teammates instead.
“I dunno I think we have a little time.” Barton quipped. He did a poor job at masking his curiosity.
Maybe if any of them actually wore a mask.
“All I know is I woke up with a hell of a headache, and a bunch of games of Tic-tac-toe craved into me.” Wilson pouted. Actually pouted, as if animated corpses had a right to be fussy.
((Usually people die when they are killed but I guess not this time?))
[[sounds like something not easily missed Spider, shouldn't you know your enemies by now, at least in the slightest.]]
"It's not my fault that ones' new" Spider muttered back. Widow may have been the only one to catch his words. She had a nasty habit of easedropping.
“What? You can't be serious. That's pretty twisted.” Barton sputtered. It took a second, but he almost sheepishly followed up with, “thats all in the past, yeah?”
The Spider didn't offer up any reassurement. Barton's uneasy smile faltered but didn't die completely.
"Honour between thieves right?"
[[If you're a betting man; I wouldn't put all my horses on that one, Barton.]]
((But if you're a stupid man, go right ahead!))
"He's not going to attack me or anything, is he?" Barton finally asked, going pale in the face.
“Let's just get this started,” Romanoff cut in and turned her attention away from Barton to him, “Spider do you remember what I briefed you on earlier—?” Spider shook his head childishly.
“No.” Spider sniffed, and Immediately she began to recite the details. He quickly turned his head away and interrupted her, “no way am I working with him. I'll go with Hawk-eye, you go with Wilson.” Sure Barton had been a bit of a butt, but the Spider had heard such good things from the Hawkeye team ups. After all the spider had a bet to pay up on.
Wilson looked offended and Barton looked pale. Well, paler.
Romanoff held her eyes shut a second longer than a blink before speaking to the group. “If everyone knows their part of the plan, the original plan, then let's get going.” She finished with her side turned to the Spider so she could face her other team members; while still effectively blocking off the Spider from attacking them. Not that he was actually planning on it at the moment. He' shave to be all sorts of crazy to go up against three Avengers at once with no initial planing.
[[You are definitely the kind of crazy that does that.]]
((Looks like we're doing this shit.))
[[Why is there such an ominous feeling to that sentence?]]