Thrown into an Empty Room
The spider scurried along the ceiling panels soundlessly. He followed several paces behind Wilson; and kept his eyes on the back of his head.
They had moved undisturbed and unbeknownst to the other workers, for a total of three hallways. Then Wilson started to get angsty. He cut into a room too small to be the room they were looking for and he didn't come out for some time.
The sound of wooden legs scraping against the tiles spilled out from under the crack of the door. Then the sound of a body slumping into that chair gave the spider his queue to say put.
He huffed behind his mask, and moved closer to the corner of the wall and ceiling to hide more efficiently. Should anyone walk by they wouldn't notice him, and he'd hear them coming. The Spider rolled onto his back, crossed his arms, and grumbled his time away. More than a little annoyed that he was forced to wait on someone else.
Way too many minutes passed by as Wilson shuffled through papers, his briefcase, and desk alike. Granted it was all a little frantically.
((Think he’s lost?))
The door creaked open and Wilson went on in a clumsy jog. Spider cracked an eye open to watch his movements, waiting until Wilson was some distance ahead and walking again, before he scurried after him.
[[That’s a definite possibility.]]
((He better not be! Cause then we’re lost too!))
Hearing a second set of footsteps approaching, the Spider pushed away a panel of the cheap covering and slipped past it. He was forced to crawl along the ductwork.
“We're not lost,” Spider grumbled underneath his breath. Against his better judgement and much to the abhorrence of his boxes. At least it shut them up. He listened in closer and was only content once he heard the second set of footprints walking away, and the first continuing on.
((Well we certainly are stupid! Don't talk on a stealth mission! Only me and Red get to do that.))
[[I’d rather not be grouped with either of you.]]
Together they came across four other workers in less than twenty minutes. Each one gave Wade a longer, more scrutinizing look than the last. judging by their pauses after passing him.
[[Well if we are lost, which we most certainly are; than I for one am blaming Wilson.]]
((Oh yeah, because getting lost could never be the navigator’s fault.))
{{If anyone can be held accountable it's the driver.}}
“make up you're mind! You can't blame both me and Wilson,” Spider yelled, then cringed from his own doltishness. Hopefully it was for the last time that night.
With the way he had been running his mouth though, it was an unlikely and long winded story.
His boxes were too gobsmacked to talk at all for a minute or two. Spider listened in below and focused so he could pick out Wilsons distinctive set of footsteps. There weren't any to listen for. After a moment of intensive and semi-frantic scanning the Spider dropped his head into his hands with a groan.
((Great now we're double lost, and without a trail of breadcrumbs to follow back home.))
Spider dropped down from above then half crouched. He sniffed the air, and there was that terrible smell. It was mostly masked by perfume and whatnot, but not enough to throw off the Spider’s nose. He followed it.
The halls went on forever until finally he came to an important looking door; complete with an ‘authorized personnel only’ sign and everything. Like a kid opening a present before Christmas, his hand reached out all on its own accord.
Spider had a one thing on his mind. So he didn't notice the presence before he heard the voice too close to his ear.
"No go," Wilson whispered hastily. Spider Jumped to face him and Wilson pressed a finger to his lips to hush them both, it only went so far. It got the Spider to bite back on his original warning sound but he still bared his teeth.
(( ! !¡ ¡¡! ))
[[How do you allow the same person to sneak up on you twice.]]
Wilson didn't notice the Spider’s look, he starred into the room like it might've held the secrets of the universe. “There's about twenty guys in there n’ you're not a Trojan horse. you can't exactly walk in unnoticed.”
He continued glaring at Wilson until he looked back at the Spider once, then twice. After his double take, Spider had most of his attention.
“what's going on in there?”
Wilson hummed in thought, then shrugged. "Couldn't tell you.”
[[Couldn't, or won't.]]
((Yeesh chill. He doesn't know anything about anything. Especially not cool spy shit.))
“So onto the next checkpoint?” Wilson asked. Throwing the question over his shoulder; in what was less of a suggestion, and was more of the only possible course of action.
((What we’re not even gonna take a peek?!))
[[That wouldn't be wise, so no.]]
"You know how it goes, it only takes one person with super insight to fuck up our side of the bet.”
((But- oh c’mon!! Where's your adventurer’s spirit?!))
“At the Avenger’s tower.”
Wilson already rounded the corner by the time Spider started to follow him.
They sidetracked into a side room. Spider entered behind him, but maybe not in the way Wilson expected.
When Wilson turned back he was met with an empty hallway,
((Oh how the tables have turned!!))
Rolling his eyes, the spider decided he had more than enough of Blue being a baffoon, and of Wilson’s stage whispers of his name down the dark hallway.
“You know if you get me caught I win the bet by default,” Peter teased, as he dropped down onto the desk behind Wade.
Wade jumped a bit, then spun on the spot. He tried to save his skin by playing it off, but it didn't work in his favour. Wade looked like he was about three tense seconds away from whistling nervously, as he leaned against the doorway. It was probably the funniest image Peter had filed away in a while. It went right along with all the other ones he had of other people he scared shitless; even if shitless wasn't the exact reaction Wade had.
((Jeez what the fuck kinda spank bank is that? I miss the old one.))
“Was… Just making sure you weren't lost again!” Wade blurted out in a poor excuse to derive the spot light off him. Not that it mattered. His excuse could have been begging for change and still would of worked because Wade said the magic word.
“I was not lost!” Spider insisted, he hoped his voice sounded more threatening to Wilson's ears then it did to him. Otherwise he was a pitch away from child having a tantrum. The Spider crinkled up his nose.
“Right! Sorry I was afraid I misplaced you.” Wilson corrected oh so generously. His shit eating grin was back in place and for a second Red seemed like he wanted to make that a literal statement.
Peter snorted.
"I think I preferred it when you were trying to sabotage me.” Spider disclosed.
“I wasn't,” Wade said, he rubbed a hand across the back of his head and wouldn't meet the spiders visors. “I er—I need your help with something.”
“A lot of people seem to need my help these days. I'm going to go broke if I keep doing all these jobs pro bono.”
[[He will just have to get in line.]]
((No you won't, there's actually a list. Just leave your number an we’ll get back to you.))
Wade move to the chair beside Spider, and dropped into it.
[[I revel in the knowledge that I will never understand you.]]
“pfft! you know Black Widow right? That's the last thing on my mind right now.” Wade mumbled and stared ahead, off into space. He must have been imaging all the horrific outcomes, because his eyes had that haunted look to them. The look that only came once you had seen Romanoff take down three guys, armed with nothing except a spoon. Not that she even needed the spoon, the spider was certain she only used it to drill in a point.
Spider did little more than tilt his head to look back at Wade, he didn't even move to give him his full attention. “Maybe she wen't back to the entrance or- the broom closet? Er-she said to meet her at the cafeteria right? Does this place even have a cafe?”
“Sounds more like a you problem, then a me problem,” Spider sang, with his eyes shut. He wore his smugness like a black and white spider suit, with a fashionable fluorescent pink sweater thrown over top.
Wade paused from rubbing his face long enough to idly point, and shake his finger at Spider. Just realizing this himself.
“Right you are, but if I get kicked out of the avengers how ever can I sneak you into the building... I guess I could send you in as a moving guy?” He said, the words were half muffled behind his palm. Peter watched Wade lazily, he expected him to look either threatening or smug.
[[He has you there.]]
((But it was a dirty play! What are our options?))
[[we can use intimidation, or—]]
“Fine. But you better not be trying to shtick me out of the bet by getting me caught.” Peter warned, turning his attention away.
Wade stared at him dumbfounded for a second, before his stupid grin lit up his entire face.
The Spider didn't waste any time looking at it. He tugged himself up to the ceiling, and then behind it.