"Recluse. Noun. A person who lives a solitary life. A common species of spider. Pretty fitting name, all things considered"
•OC Spider-Kid from earth 61816, made from the DNA of Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy
• Muse is a minor, writer is not (NO LEWD)
-I'm sorry just... didn't expect my spider sense to just... turn off then on again like that."
He'd clear his throat, trying to compose himself before nodding.
"Y...yeah, I guess I'm not. Who... who are you, if I may ask?"
Sure enough, the blonde landed on his feet, spinning around to meet his attacker... only to be met with the sight of a woman bearing a familiar ensignia.
Slightly relaxing just a tad, the younger blonde would rise up from the crouch, face now a bit red in embarrassment.
"I uh-
There's a brief pause, as if the blonde's brain had to reboot...
And then, the teen is throwing ELBOWS at the elder spider; fight or flight instinct now in full blast.
"Eh, it's a mixed bag. On the one hand. Freedom is cool. On the other? Not legally existing is a pain in the ass when it comes to stuff ya need for survival."
"Yep yep. Made in a lab to fuck with the head of a superhero for the pettiest and creepiest of reasons imaginable. Didn't work out that way, but... yeah. Lab experiment."
" not exactly a time traveler . More like brought - here - by - a - ginger - hurricane - kinda - speedster - to - fix - something ... that girl can be a handful . "
SIGHS .
" lab experiment you said .ᐣ "
"Oooh, time traveller? Thank God, you're just as weird as me then."
Finishing up his food, before taking one foot off the fire escape, raising it over his head in a perfect 'I' split, and still just hanging there with no visible effort.
"I'm a lab experiment myself."