cruel summer.

              cindy’s  quick  to  move,    turning  around  with  the  muffled  sounds  of  movement,    settling  herself  in  front  of  him,    legs  splayed  out,    and  hands  landing  on  the  back  of  his  neck.      “i  uh,  wouldn’t  have  been  able  to  keep  up  if  we  stayed  in  that  position,  so.”      a  small  shrug,    almost  bashful,    as  if  she  hadn’t  made  the  first  move,    as  if  she  isn’t  already  moving  forward  by  some  invisible  force,    nose  brushing  against  his.      “and  i’d  like  to  continue  -”    fingers  will  play  with  the  soft  hairs  at  the  back  of  his  neck,    her  head  tilting  just  so  as  her  lips  brush  against  his  with  her  words.    it  seems  now  that  she  has  him,    she  doesn't  want  to  let  him  go.      “if  that’s  cool  with  you.”

          “i’m a friend of spider-man, you can trust me.”   and silk’s always been the type to keep things under the wraps  -  yeah,  she was friends with spider people too,  but she’s always felt a bit more  ...  distant from them.  they had each other since forever,  y’know ?  silk’s only a few years into this game  -  and no group of heroes felt like it did when she was with the agents of atlas.  “just stay behind me, okay? i’ll get you out, with your story, and we’ll have a grand old night. maybe even stop for pizza afterwards?”  cue her stomach growling.  definitely pizza.  or hotdogs.  the night was still young !

           “playing it safe doesn’t exactly work in my ... line of work.”   poetic cindy,  truly.   and she wonders where she’d be now,  if she’d never been locked in that bunker;  would she be like peter,  heroing from her teenaged years ?  what sort of  PERSON  would that cindy be ?  hopefully not the one like cindy-65,  that was absolutely terrifying  ( which raises a greater question :  did every person have an evil counterpart,  either hiding in their head,  or hiding in a different universe ? ).   jesus,  she needed to stop thinking.   “so just, let me handle this. yeah?”

                  glances  down  at  her  hands,    two  cups  of  coffee  in  each  hand,    blinking  up  at  the  other.      “i’d  be  lying  if  i  said  i  didn’t  have  a  small  advantage,  here.”      comes  with  the  territory  of  being  a  spider,    cindy  supposed.

                    and  yes,    there’s  something  else  in  the  air  at  the  moment,    but  she’s  going  to  file  that  away  for  later,    okay  !?    besides,    it’s  a  kind  of  electrifying  sort  of  feeling,    one  that  makes  her  heart  race,    and  jesus,    she  hopes  he  can’t  hear  it.    his  eyes  were  the  first  real  ones  she’d  seen  outside  of  the  bunker,    cindy  notes,    and  she  doesn’t  think  she’s  ever  really  stopped  gazing  at  them.      warm,    soft,    comforting    -    who  wouldn’t  fall  for  peter  parker  ?      “peter  ...”      cind  says  quietly,    not  sure  if  she  should  say  anything  at  all,    having  pull  away  to  adjust  her  body  just  a  bit    -    if  she’s  going  to  twist  anything,    it’s  going  to  be  her  spine,    not  her  neck,    she  has  standards.      gaze  flickers,    eyes  to  mouth  to  eyes,    back  to  his  lips,    and  her  gaze  finally  falling  back  on  him  before  giving  in  to  what  was  bound  to  happen,    wasn’t  it  ?    she  moves  forward,    if  a  bit  awkwardly  in  her  position,    pressing  her  lips  against  his.

            “how long did it take you to bleach that patch of hair?”   and maybe she’s somehow jumped universes again.  she’s friends with gwenpoole and gwen stacy,  it happens from time to time !  ( actually,  cindy has some other theories,  but now is not the time to get into this )  and so the spider-themed hero glances towards him,  head tilting to the side.  the villain is maybe  ...  a solid 3 minutes away ?  they’ve got time.   “just curious. i’ve never dyed my hair before and your hair looks like the same shade as mine, so.”   she shrugs before tucking a piece of hair behind her ear,  brows furrowing a bit.   “wait, none of my business. sorry.”