-Experiment.
His feet slapped down on the pavement, and skidded a few inches before he caught himself on the door.
Biting down his natural F it instincts, the Spider shoved the door open and strutted in. As if it were one of the sketchy bars he frequented. Instead of a fancy little Café where normal people went, and went about their normal law abiding days.
Every single person’s head snapped in his direction. And a good portion of the taken ones too. Some of the eyes lit up in realization and fear, some of the faces paled. The spider gulped.
[[At least Widow knows we're here now.]]
((Yea smooth move Ajax.))
[[This is not the time or place for that sort of humour.]]
He was still in the doorway when he felt the wave of air push down against his shoulder. He noticed it long before he felt the hand clamp down.
It wasn't the action itself that had made him go slack and let the larger man pull him away.
“Jesus Spider, there's a time and place for everything and this is not the one for your spandex fetish,” Wade joked, and guided him towards a booth.
-Oh no the Spider’s eyes had blown wide, and his boxes were throwing warning signs up like it was a toxic waste site; because it was someone touching him. Someone that he'd bet on his family’s graves, hadn't been there a second ago.
Being surprised -however unlikely of an experience it was- was always bad.
Red was at the corner of his vision, he literally flashed red like an emergency light. He was at a loss for words, but Blue sure in hell wasn't having that problem. They scrawled down words and phrases faster than he could read or they could write them, and took up most of the rest of his vision.
“Hey are you okay?” There was concern somewhere in there, but the spider hardly processed the words. Just the tone, which in itself was grating.
((Nap, Snap-GInGeRSNAPO SnapFUCKSnaplout, out owoeowpw ow ow ! SNAP OUT OF IT.))
The Spider blinked a few times then stared at Wilson, wilson stared back, eyes blown wide and brows pushed up with worry.
“So we just waiting on Widow then or is Barton coming along as well?”
Wade blinked back, then swallowed thickly. It wasn't enough to dialogue whatever was making his throat heavy, because next he took a long sip of his coffee.
“Er—don't know,” Wade said. Both boxes were cut off momentarily. But it didn't last more than that moment; before they blinked back into existence.
((I D eeee test that ->))
Spider pulled out his phone and slid it across the table. Wilson snagged it just before it hit his cup.
“She should be along sooner rather than later, I just got her texts..” Spider relayed, and Wade peeked between him and the phone. The phone was tossed back to his hands with a little hum of understanding.
“S’too bad,” he gurgled, and downed his coffee in one swig. Then he stood from the booth, and threw his unimpressionable, tacky, and all around tasteless, sweater over his shoulders.
((Paaay$$$ $Backs$ a(1) (1)Bitch))
Spider focused on looking up at wade, and raised his brow.
“She’ll have just missed us then.”