lights in the ceiling brightened with the click of a button on her suit’s wrist, eyes never once leaving him .
maybe overstimulation would cause something .
body would’ve gone after him swiftly following his escape, though interesting data had been gathered just from that singular movement .
he had something to tell him when danger came at him . something like a future vision, perhaps . it’s the only way he could’ve moved
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That ringing in his head was
blaring— it was coming . His arm
extending out backwards , shooting
a web and fling himself to the wall.
There he would cling on all
four’s , keeping eye contact meanwhile.
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so quickly .
this warranted testing . a full evaluation of his abilities .
waiting for another second before rising to a standing position, left hand reaching to touch a radio dial . flicked on, tuned to a station of just static noise . turning the volume up to max .
difficult without a web shooter . perhaps it’s time to flex her knowledge .
rushing towards the grounded spider, vaulting from the floor and flipping to attempt a dropkick from above .
pushed back by the force of that kick, mid back hitting against her desk . she has no need for that equipment anymore . probably why she kicked the desk with all of its electronic contents back and out of her way .
visor mapped his movements from before, but most are
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He gagged for a split second
before swinging his body back ,
balling his figure up before letting
both feet kick out into the others
chest.
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her head tilted with his, eyes following where she assumed his would .
after a moment of silence resonated, left hand swiftly launched forward to grasp his neck . squeezing against suit and flesh beneath to try and silence him .
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𖢥 ┈ ❝ So , what are you supposed to be.ᐣ Probably not anything good with the whole skull - head situation. ❞
Tilting his head to the
side , giving them a good
look down. Not quite sure
of what to make of them.
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// this is the thing I love about taskmaster in general .
they can be as still as a statue, but the second you do something against them, all bets are off . they’re recording you, memorizing your movements, understanding the patterns, and kicking your head into your ass —
no response . not a movement, nor a vocal retort .
simply hiding beneath the suit, visor tracking every move the spider made so it could be stored into her database .
she’s curious as to how he got in here when she put up minor defenses, but she’ll figure that out later .
researching arms dealers, the tensile strength and durability of certain wires, black market tech parts and how to make a launching mechanism small enough to fit on a wrist . . .
// Headcanon : after the explosion that nearly killed her, hardware was installed in her body .
metal rods with several screws in her legs, stents in multiple arteries, a small demand pacemaker, and pins for her arms . plus plating for her jaw and the base of her skull .