"...never make it even a block away," he said, already dreading the thought. Taking photos with civilians wasn't horrible in itself, but it would be a hinderance. Little did he know of Lady Noire's added notoriety.
"A date? That's what this is? And here I thought we'd only just met."
The Spider took her remark in jest. She looked to be an entertainer, after all, rather than an obsessed fan. While he was fully aware of the following Spider-Man had gathered over the years, including
His mention of keeping his suit on only seemed to make her smile. It was as if she hadn't thought of it going any other way. But still, she'd feign a bit of shock, brows raised, head tilting.
"Aw. . . And here I thought the first date meant &&
those with, perhaps misplaced, romantic feelings, he hadn't picked up that vibe from the Lady. She came across as friendly, if a bit forward.
"Hm.. I guess we can walk. Sorry if it seems rude, but we're gonna have to push past anyone asking for pictures. Otherwise, we might
a good opportunity to glean and validate her story.
“There’s a nice shop a couple of blocks over. I’ll give you a free ride on the Spidey-Express as repayment for your help.”
The Spider was no stranger to magic or dates, though he never quite managed to land anywhere between the two. Strange was married, and Mary Jane never had a particularly good hand for tricks.
While the sudden disappearing trick was a slight shock, there was no danger.
Noire's lips lifted into an amused smile, gloved hands raising into a shrug of indifference. Maybe it was a little embarrassing to admit outright, after all, she tended to keep low, and away from interacting any further than maybe calling a &&
“…that I’m keeping my work clothes on.”
Helpful or not, fan or otherwise, he wouldn’t be taking his mask off for just anyone. After all, her motives were still cloudy to him, despite the appearance of good intentions. Blame it on his latent paranoia.
Coffee would be
Don’t be so glum. Meet me near the Square and I’ll get you a hot dog from my favorite spot—we’ll call it even.
Can’t think of a better way to cement a friendship than that. You?
“Step three is figuring out who you are and what I owe you. Favors don’t come free and rarely come cheap. I’m not an easy guy to track either, and you’ve been on my tail for a little while..”
All the gruff guys with guns were unconscious, save for one, who found it worth his while to reach for his hip. A quick web made short work of that endeavor before he’d even grazed the gun’s grip.
To the Spider’s surprise, his request had been fulfilled—no doubt at the
She wore her shock well, painted across her magical features. Once she was aware that her cover had been blown, she sighed and gently stepped out from her latest spot, tucked behind another brick wall.
"My magic tends to come with a price. . ." She admitted, &&
“Step one was getting the weapons off the street—so, I owe you my thanks. Step two is getting these fine gentlemen carted off to their new living quarters. I hear jail cells are a slight upgrade from webs,” he said, eyeing the curious magician. What was her angle, anyway?
to the sight of a half-dozen men sharing a web cocoon next to a few crates of stolen, foreign firearms.
“Don’t suppose you can turn automatic weapons into balloon animals?”
The last distraction he needs when tailing street muscle for info is a disarmingly familiar magician. Why someone would tail him in such obvious attire was beyond him, even in the Big Apple.
More important at present was the location of a stash of stolen weapons.
It'd been a while since she'd seen @spiderpowered just out and about. Though he tended to keep quite a low profile these days. . . Truth be told, he was on her mind. And what better way to test her sleuthing skills on street-level? &&
If his source was correct, the goons were leading him right to their base of operations. The Spider moves quick, not looking to give his snazzy stalker an opportunity to blow his cover. Although, if he’s left uninterrupted for the next 40 seconds or so, she’ll be treated
@OfHerClaws You’ve been in plenty of funks, Fliss. Nothing you haven’t clawed your way out of before.
You came to the right guy—I might be the king of funks. Not musically, of course… but if there’s anything I can do, you know I will. We can start small. I could run you a bath?