A Social-
Spider leaned over his writing, he scribbled words down at a feverish rate. While his boxes felt this was the nitty and gritty part of their experiments, the Spider had a certain fondness for it. It was only after he wrote it down that his experiments made sense to him.
He might know how different variables would effect his tests before he added them. But he also had a spotty memory that made it difficult his research difficult. Also he hated repeating himself.
((Crazy is trying the same thing over and over, but expecting different results.))
“I guess that's why you never have anything new to say,” Spider replied off-handedly. From the corner of his eye Spider watched Blue rev up and go a darker shade of themself.
((Like you're one to talk!))
[[He’s always talking. It's getting him to shut up that's the trick.]]
((Oh you know what? You're both lost causes.))
“Duly noted.” Spidey wrapped up his last conclusions, then tossed the pencil down. It took him less than a second to pick it up again and start tapping both it, and his foot against the desk.
Experiments,
Food,
Bad re-runs,
Nurishment,
More experimenting,
Video games,
Experimenting,
Breaking,
Restarting,
Not sleeping,
screaming
Experiments
Experiments
Experiments
It had become his full time job to keep himself busy over the week. Not even a full week actually, by day five he had been a mess of frantic energy and boredom. His boxes were better today than they had been yesterday. But they alone had been half the battle
[[We could find some actual work.]]
“No,” Spider grunted, then forced himself from his desk and into the other room.
((C’mon! It's been forever and we need the money, not to mention the entertainment!))
“No we don't.” He Flicked on the tv to distract himself, but it didn't last. He had hardly even sat on the arm of his couch for a minute, before he had begun pacing the length of the room again.
((Please, please? PlEase? PLEASE?! we’re all bored! It's not just me. And you know what they say, self denial isn't healthy for growing boys.))
The spider glared at Blue, then tried to flick his eyes back to the screen to ignore them.
[[If you don't protect the streets from the type of monsters we hunt, then the blood they spill is on your hands.]]
He stopped, slumping his weight onto his hands as he leaned against the back of the couch. He glared at nothing in general.
[[Spider, I’m sorry it has to be you, but you know it's the truth.]]
The two creases his white knuckled grip created on either side of him, quickly ripped under the pressure of his fingers.
[[You're the only one who can truly protect tis city.]]
Spider wouldn't discover whether Red had a better argument, or not. Because the Spider shoulders slumped in defeat, and Red quieted.
The spider wasn't exactly a worthy opponent.
He grabbed his gear and left his apartment. He hadn’t swung past the corner store before his phone started buzzing at his thigh.
-Meet me at the corner of Lexington avenue, and 43rd street.
You are familiar with it right?
-u mean the street with the Bank of America on it? Me? Your friendly neighbourhood Spider?
Nope. Can't say I am.
-Just meet me at the grumpy café.
-are u trying to imply something widow? how tasteless of you.
-Are you coming or should I go ahead and call someone else?
-keep your spandex on, I’m on my way.